Goodbye Sea

It's tough work being 3. Got to get all the salt and pepper grinders within clutching distance all in a row

Our last breakfast this morning at Beach Bobbies and what a beautiful morning! They serve magnificent breakfasts. I had stuffed myself and it looked like I had barely begun they are so generous with their portions.

These guys sounded like a low flying plane coming in down the hill. I have often fantasized about owning a bike and doing just this- it must be awesome. I remember feeling so alive and so happy on the back of a moped type bike riding around the coastal roads of Corfu.

Christopher's first beach art. I thought we were in for some intense negotiating when he insisted that he wanted to bring this huge beach weathered piece of foliage with us. Luckily, he eventually threw it down, after some persuasion that we could not take it back with us.

I don't know why- but the sight of fishermen on the rocks- reminds me of my Dad. He likes to fish but I don't recall ever watching him casting off into the ocean. Shit- is that a knitting term or a fishing term? Casting off. Well either way- I neither remember my father knitting at the seaside nor fishing...

So, there are no pictures of the flight back (that almost did not happen). We missed our flight. Luckily we managed to catch another one within the hour- but by that stage our collective patience was somewhat diminished and our last nerve was frayed.

Therefore- although I had thought that I would not opt for the canned wine this time around (what happened to the cute little wine bottles you used to get?)- I had to restrain myself from asking the air hostess to bring me one immediately upon entering the plane.

The door to the pilot's cabin was open as we boarded and I eagerly shoved Christopher toward it so that he could take a peak. He protested so violently you would have sworn the poor thing thought that I expected him to fly the plane himself.

So ends our little adventure and starts another week 1753m above the lapping waves and the sand between our toes.