ࡱ> z|y5@ Pbjbj22 .zXXHlB4#vt<W#Y#Y#Y#Y#Y#Y#$$R 'T}#AAA}##"""A~W#"AW#""""v 0U"QqK B"W##0#"t'"t'"t'"68"666}#}#"  five I gave the can back in the evening, all dusty and with red mud and pine needles in the wheel arches. Still, I did wash the figs off the bonnet, and they were horrible. First I drove the can over the mad stones and up to HYPERLINK "upstairs.jpg"Glossa where I took too many photos of HYPERLINK "doorstreaks.jpg"doors. I stopped at a new beach and collected too many multi-coloured stones, and had a little swim and ate my vegetable pie. The pie-shop woman wasnt so friendly today which was a disappointment. I think she had been too friendly yesterday. Or maybe she was..... Christ! Could it possibly matter? I drove down from Glossa to the port of Loutraki , where I saw a  HYPERLINK "dog-in-a-basket,-loutraki-c.jpg" dog in a crate attached to the rear carrier of a moped, and had an ice cream. I then drove to a church built on a rock in the sea down a road that looped the loop but was at least paved with tarmac. There was some art on the way, strange figures standing on the  HYPERLINK "hut-hikll.jpg" hillside. There had been art on the road to Glossa too, primitive/religious rather solemn, memorial art, faces painted on rocks. Very striking. Anyway, I climbed the 6,000,000 steps up to this mad church perched on a rock with the sea and the air all round it and went in and signed the book. I was scared, climbing up, despite the recent addition of handrails and some concrete steps and everything which had obviously been done recently. Im full of admiration for the people who built it and the people who made the steps. There were a few olive trees up there at the top and a gate out of the wall at the back that led out to nowhere. I tried to walk down there to a rock, but became so frightened I more or less crawled back to the gate. A seagull flew past underneath me. God, what a place. The church has a little residence shed beside it, and is stocked with HYPERLINK "icon,-taxiarchon-crop.jpg"ikons and a big golden thing for tapers. There is a walled enclosure for it all, with a latrine hut at the edge, and the iron-work gate I mentioned before. An incredible effort, to have built it, it was bad enough just climbing up to it. Driving back I gave a lift to an old man who was going to Glossa. We needed a glossary, of course. He asked where I was from. England. I said. He seemed to think I might be Italian Bella. I was wearing a yellow shirt, I suppose. Scotia? Walesh? he asked. England. I repeated, with a vague wave of the hand. I wanted to ask lots of things but anyway I had to concentrate on keeping on the road, which was a series of convoluted madnesses conducted by reference to hairpins. He asked me where I was staying Klima? Skopelos. Bagno? he asked, but although I had been swimming that was earlier, I had been visiting the church and taking photographs, all of which were later shown to be entirely black. I wanted to know what he had been doing, he couldnt have been swimming, surely, but he might have been fishing, if hed had any fish about him, or working the land. Anyway I lacked the means to ask. His hand, I discovered when we shook farewell was rough and had plasters over the fingers. Rowing might have accounted for that, but more likely agricultural work. There were olive terraces all over the hills, well, cliffs, really. His face was weathered and lined. When we got to the end of the road he said Thank-you. Goodbye. repeatedly, justly proud of his few phrases of English. He was better than me, anyway, I couldnt even say Thats o.k., goodbye. in awful Greek by way of reply. Earlier, at the beach, I saw a cormorant. At least, thats what I think it was. It appeared, black and slim on the water, and dived in a sinuous curve, disappearing for longer than possible and then popping up again. I reached for my camera as it dived again and waited and trained my lens on the area for ages and ages until eventually I gave up altogether. Some time later I saw it at the other side of the bay, where it must have swum underwater. There are  HYPERLINK "cyclamen.jpg" cyclamen everywhere, by the roadside, growing from rock faces, on ledges, under the olive trees, little purple-pink flags, inside out, hardly a leaf in sight, no visible means of support. * The  HYPERLINK "ropestretcher.jpg" sea flicks its scales. * Rain poured fiercely in the night, and the dismal crows croaked complaints about it. The cockerels started too, but it was pitch black and they gave up. Its going to be sunny now, light is reflecting off windows high up above Skopelos and the sky is a pale blue. Ive no car though, and Im going to take it easy today, I promised in the night. I drove about 300km in the can, perhaps just under, mostly on violent roads made of rubble, many with direct access to the infinite by means of the naked air. That has been truly lovely.  HYPERLINK "in-the-piney-woods.jpg" The deep pines. The sudden HYPERLINK "superior-goats.jpg"tinkling goats.  HYPERLINK "olive-trees-and-cyclamen.jpg" The cyclamen. The dizzy cliffs. Skopelos is not a very big island, but it is complicated and steep. I think its probably always sunny somewhere on the island at any given time, on the other side of the mountain, or in the north, or somewhere. * I brought a little radio with me, and I can get the World Service on short wave, though the reception is bad. I think Ive been here a week now, though I cant say what day it is for the life of me, because I heard Charlie Gillet last night, and I had heard him before, I think, in Skiathos. Its a good show, what we call in our absurd way World Music, which means everything produced outside the North American/North European popular music traditions. Usually in a foreign language, often with folk roots. I like to hear this stuff. Thunder suddenly rumbles. The sky is still pale blue with mottlings of cloud above Skopelos Town. Rain in the mountains, then? World Service happens twice a day, it seems, for a couple of hours each time. Its been very good, but the news is surprisingly brief. I heard Feargal Keane, god help me, do a follow-up to his glutinous Letter to Daniel, a piece which has damaged news radio, or at least marks an extreme point between reportage and autobiography. This one was less glutinous but equally trite. Deplorable. Bring back Lord Reith. Mind you, I did hear a very good radio piece by the former Brussels correspondent once about going back to England after his postings overseas. Somehow he was personal without excess, and his piece was charming and intimate without added glycerine. * Ive showered and brushed my teeth but not dressed or shaved. The  HYPERLINK "from-my-balcony.jpg" balcony doors are open and the chickens and ducks are shouting and laughing as usual. Its neither quite sunny nor actually raining. A new pot of coffee grumbles on the stove. I shall get up soon and sweep the floor and walk into town. I will, I will, I promise! But for now I shall sit here in bed and listen to the chickens argue with the ducks. I have to buy bread, and perhaps a pie. * Its warming up today. I walked to the pie shop where the girl was staring at the wall and picking her teeth. I pointed at a new tray of pies. Vegetable Pie? I asked. Yes, but you will have to be careful, it is very hot. They look hot. At the bakery, an aged fisherman with a thick bamboo pole hunched round his croissant. His yellow waterproof was torn and stitched. He ate and then shambled away, head down. I went to get my coffee myself, since the woman with the beautiful mouth was in a worse mood than usual. Good coffee though, and a good croissant. The onion seller has the most battered pickup in town, possibly on the island, which is quite an accolade. It squeaks joyfully as it celebrates the bumps in the road. On the back window of his cab he has pictures of Christ and the Virgin, and projecting forwards is a megaphone speaker, so it is he that I hear yelling distortions periodically. A herd of Germans passes in a miasma of fresh sun cream, wearing  HYPERLINK "treebag-crop.jpg" brightly coloured rucksacks and then congregates, strangely, in the middle of the road. I am beginning to feel happy again. For some reason, it was a punishing night. Perhaps the error is in ever getting used to anything. * The pie shop is a magnificent institution. Its just near a  HYPERLINK "church-with-plates.jpg" brown stone church with  HYPERLINK "church-with-plates-3a.jpg" plates set  HYPERLINK "church-with-plates-windows.jpg" in it on the same road as the Post Office and the Internet Cafe, but nearer the  HYPERLINK "fierce-tiller.jpg" harbour than either, past the agricultural  HYPERLINK "donkey,-skopelos.jpg" co-operative warehouse, or whatever it is, that acts as a sort of  HYPERLINK "donkey,-skopelos-2.jpg" car-park and walkway from the front to the town. Not only does the pie shop serve pies (which are very much like pasties in design): cheese, vegetable, cheese and spinach, chicken, almost certainly others which I have forgotten because as a vegetarian they are of no use to me, some with a double crust for durability, but also a sort of apple cake (too sweet, I thought) and a marvellous soft chocolate cake which is delicious despite a complete lack of icing. Besides all of which there is the lovely young woman who serves the pies, who is friendly and speaks very good English. No-one who could speak any foreign language as well as that would be serving pies in a shop in England, surely. She is rather plump, this pie-shop woman, with sleek black hair pulled back from her face. She smiles when she sees me. Usually. I try to give her the right change, because sometimes it is difficult to change a note in the morning. I try to be polite and to say thank-you nicely in Greek, which is something like Ekferistow, but a mumbled feristo will normally do. Most people look quite pleased when I try, but probably only because my accent is so awful. I have become very fond of her in the course of a fortnight, and am disappointed if she is not there. On at least one occasion I have been served by an older woman who probably actually bakes the pies, since she wears an overall and emerges from the back room. The pie shop has posters in for exhibitions, and a table with jars of honey on it, and it has a counter-window which opens onto the street, but I usually go inside to make my purchase. * A solemn bald man with a white moustache and only one arm wheels a baby in a pushchair. A middle-aged woman pushes her husband in a wheelchair. * A young couple riding a motorbike smile as they pull a dog along on a lead. A bus heads out on the island road with people standing, hanging off the straps. Five minutes later, another, completely empty. * Theres lots of HYPERLINK "leonardo-crop.jpg"building work going on, or  HYPERLINK "tethered-chair.jpg" not going on but  HYPERLINK "ghostly-appurtenances-crop.jpg" in progress. By which I mean not in progress, of course. There are building sites and there are  HYPERLINK "wallpaint-a.jpg" major renovations, building from scratch mostly taking place on the outskirts or in particular areas like Neo Klima. Rich rural/suburban villas are going up all over the place, and tourist accommodation also. Despite  HYPERLINK "new-universe-of-abstraction.jpg" renovations there are still many  HYPERLINK "saggy-window-a.jpg" tumbledown houses in the towns, some of them perhaps too small for contemporary requirements. The large numbers of empty tourist dwellings give parts of places a strange  HYPERLINK "creeper-over-the-electricit.jpg" desolate air which is somehow less attractive than that of  HYPERLINK "behind-stone-hut.jpg" traditional houses in  HYPERLINK "shutters-with-orange-a.jpg" disrepair. * On the promenade a Greek turns three times to look at the huge, taut, exposed, distended belly of a vile Englishman. * Ive talked to two English people so far, or one person and a couple. In  HYPERLINK "wrought-iron-balcony-arrang.jpg" Skopelos Town I came across a man older than myself. We expressed  HYPERLINK "hands-of-angels-crop.jpg" incoherent astonishment at the HYPERLINK "panagista-tou-pirgo.jpg"beauty of the place. I left my wife downstairs somewhere. he said. I hope you find her again. In Glossa I saw a couple toiling up the hill. If theyd come all the way from Loutraki Im not surprised they looked tired.  HYPERLINK "tree-on-the-stairs,-glossa-.jpg" Steep, isnt it? I said. And how do you know when youre there? asked the woman. Well, there isnt really a there, I said, but when you get to the top of this  HYPERLINK "glossa-staircase-a.jpg" staircase thats the main street, such as it is. But everythings closed. We knew that. he said We picked our time to visit. Well, there is a restaurant. I pointed. And I got a cup of coffee. It was good. Thanks for that. she said, We said wed go no further than the church. Ah, well thats a bit further. She was glad, I think, to have a chance to stop and talk. We parted and I carried on taking interminable strings of photographs of doorways and shuttered windows.  HYPERLINK "street,-glossa.jpg" Glossa is precipitous and complicated and beautiful, with  HYPERLINK "E:\\Documents and Settings\\Administrator\\My Documents\\My Webs\\myweb2\\web\\goat boiled\\from-glossa-3.jpg" wonderful views out to  HYPERLINK "E:\\Documents and Settings\\Administrator\\My Documents\\My Webs\\myweb2\\web\\goat boiled\\from-glossa-1a.jpg" Skiathos  HYPERLINK "E:\\Documents and Settings\\Administrator\\My Documents\\My Webs\\myweb2\\web\\goat boiled\\from-glossa-2.jpg" across the sea, but my photographs of it dont do it justice,  HYPERLINK "gate%20and%20boxes.jpg" something went wrong with them all, somehow, even the cat on a motorbike didnt come out clearly. I suppose theres a  HYPERLINK "E:\\Documents and Settings\\Administrator\\My Documents\\My Webs\\myweb2\\web\\goat boiled\\shattered-door,-glossa.jpg" couple of good  HYPERLINK "E:\\Documents and Settings\\Administrator\\My Documents\\My Webs\\myweb2\\web\\goat boiled\\another-blue-door.jpg" doors. (But of course I didnt know this until later, after Id got back and had them developed at great expense.) Reactions to me in Glossa were mixed. I was greeted warmly by a hippy and by a man with a ponytail who didnt seem to be quite a hippy, but the old ladies at whom I nodded regarded me with suspicion and did not return my nods. A priest smiled at me out of beard, wrapped up in his black pepperpot. It occurs to me now that I should have taken photographs of the people to whom I gave lifts. I am so reluctant to take photos of people, but they wouldnt have minded, it would have been an exchange. * The ferries come into Skopelos harbour erect on insect legs and then drop to their hulls at the breakwater, transformed into boats. * I walked up the track beside the football ground. The ginger cat followed me all the way  HYPERLINK "not-a-horse-crop.jpg" up the path from the apartments, even though I told it not to. There are two cats, both kittens really, one is white with blotches and pesters me with its head and its squeaking if I sit outside, and the other, ginger cat is more independent, but nevertheless wants to follow me to see if I know anywhere good to go. Skopelos is  HYPERLINK "cat-in-a-dish.jpg" amply supplied with  HYPERLINK "kitten-box-aa.jpg" little skinny cats nobody really looks after. I shooed the cat away from the road by clapping my hands at it loudly, and then crossed the road by the football stadium, walked out of town a little way and up a track. After a while there were some sheep, proper woolly sheep anyone could have distinguished from goats, only they were wearing heavy kohl for some reason, and some even had black lipstick. A bit further on I came across  HYPERLINK "E:\\Documents and Settings\\Administrator\\My Documents\\My Webs\\myweb2\\web\\goat boiled\\horse-track.jpg" a man leading a donkey loaded with wood and greeted him, to his surprise, it seemed. Then I reached the back gate of a monastery, which wasnt locked, and I went through, past the water cistern and walked up the drive. There were renovations taking place, and air-conditioning had been fitted. I imagined the conversations: Its what the young people expect these days, how else are we to attract novitiates in these materialistic times? Around the other side of the monastery, past the digger and the concrete mixer and the  HYPERLINK "E:\\Documents and Settings\\Administrator\\My Documents\\My Webs\\myweb2\\web\\goat boiled\\wheelbarrow.jpg" wheelbarrows a doorway in the wall was open to the courtyard. I thought of entering, and stood uncertainly by the threshold, but heard movement and suddenly a monk went past. I walked in the grounds for a bit and came back out. There was a sort of village below the monastery that I shall walk to soon. On the way back I saw a childs metal  HYPERLINK "E:\\Documents and Settings\\Administrator\\My Documents\\My Webs\\myweb2\\web\\goat boiled\\bedstead-crop.jpg" bedstead abandoned in an olive grove. I took a photo of a tree shaped like a barrel, but that set a dangerous precedent, since all  HYPERLINK "E:\\Documents and Settings\\Administrator\\My Documents\\My Webs\\myweb2\\web\\goat boiled\\olive-silhouettes-b.jpg" olive trees are amazing  HYPERLINK "E:\\Documents and Settings\\Administrator\\My Documents\\My Webs\\myweb2\\web\\goat boiled\\old-friends.jpg" individuals, some of which are made of  HYPERLINK "E:\\Documents and Settings\\Administrator\\My Documents\\My Webs\\myweb2\\web\\goat boiled\\melted-wax-olive-trunk-crop.jpg" melted wax, and others composed of a conflux of vines. The ginger cat was howling at the entrance to the football stadium (a very green pitch clearly visible from the monastery grounds), hiding by some brambles and seemingly (justly) frightened of the road. I told it off. I said I told you you shouldnt have come. and picked it up by the scruff of its neck and carried it across the road. 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