It seems like an age since I blogged, and lots has happened. Sometimes, things like holidays give bloggers a natural break, and it's difficult to get back in the saddle, and maybe that's because a fortnight is not quite enough of a blogging break. It has certainly made me think again about what I blog and what I choose not to comment on. I know I've been a big scardey-cat at times, lately, and hampered by bad experiences, it has been more comfortable to slip into the inane at times.
The inane will be always with me, though, and I guess reporting on the holiday to Kefalonia falls into that category. The island is famous for the making of Captain Correli's Mandolin and is indeed the most beautiful, if sleepiest, Greek Island I've visited. Decimated by an earthquake in 1953, don't expect traditional old fashioned Greek here, in your face, but a delightful people who have coped with conquests and earthquakes since time began, and still retain their culture in the face of adversity.
Hire a car and get about! The roads are better than in most of the Greek Islands, being fairly modern, and the delights of Assos and Fiscardo need to be experienced.
We came back to rain, and apart from one day, it has rained every day for almost three weeks. Welcome to a West of Scotland summer!