There are many things I love about Greece – the stunning scenery, the food, the friendly people, the simple lifestyle, the heat – but as we drove home from the airport on Monday after a two-week holiday on a Greek island I realised that what I love about the country above all is its wildness.
It’s the result I suppose of the terrain – mountainous, rocky and islandy – which makes it hard to travel around and hard to cultivate. It’s maybe also because of the people – they’re a bit wild too; they don’t seem to have our mania for neatness and safety. They don't have to 'improve' things all the time.
Or perhaps the people are the result of the terrain.
Whatevs (as my sister would say), here are some pictures from the holiday.
One of the island's many ruined windmills and ruined houses, just left gracefully crumbling. (Spot the Frog.) |
A happy goat, with crumbling terrace walls and gnarled olive tree. (I have this picture as my desktop at the moment - it makes me smile every time I see it.) |
Chickens, wandering free through the wood |
There were swallows nesting above the doors and windows of all the shops and tavernas. Here are some at the bakery. At the supermarket they flew around inside and perched on the freezers. |
Entish olive |
They'd had a late spring, with lots of rain, so there were still wildflowers in abundance (and butterflies of all shapes, sizes and colours).
Fragrant clematis straggling over a wall on the way to the beach |
Lavender (I think), growing out of rock |
Centaury, which carpeted dry ground turning it vivid pink |
A plant I'd never seen before but identified as going by the wonderful name of Spiny bear's breech, with wild carrot |
A close-up of the striking flowers of Spiny bear's breech |
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