Different Strokes for Different Folks

On our journey to the Dog Palace today, after we turned off the tarmac road onto the windy track, we passed a white van that had stopped. My eagle eyed driver and owner of the Palace had spotted the driver had waved his arms, to indicate he was not going anywhere fast. So we turned around to investigate. The conversation between my friend and the driver, I almost understood, well my friends side of it. I knew the guy who helped my friend build the Palace was going to come back this way after we arrived there, so the driver just had to wait. He basically wanted a tow to the highest point of the track, then he would freewheel down to his destination! Good luck with that and no servo brakes! After my friends cobuilder reappeared after his towing role, a mist started to appear from the sea. This comes in when the wind  is from the South West, the direction where moisture rich air comes from, hence the mist. I started my walking of the dogs. During the few two walks, the mist really rolled in and made it feel cold, but the sun soon burnt it off. Our mini Eiffel Tower, the radio mast that gives me the best mobile signal on the island, ended up being partially then fully obscured. I practised my Greek days of the week to the dogs. They were not impressed. For two pairs of them, we took a different path, which they all enjoyed, sniffing around and pulling far too much, in all the excitement of a new walk.

The flowers here are in a constant state of flux. First we had the crocus. This was in the Autumn. Then the clover. Beautiful bulbs then flowered, white crocus, mini hyacinths. These have all gone. The deeper rooted plants are now showing their hand. Like dandelions, thistles, some amazing orchids and other delicate flowers, looking like yellow peas. On the last walk, I resorted to shorts, which I have at the Palace and then on my way back, the T shirt came off, only to be put on again when we left for the day. We are meant to be getting rain next week, over the day the forecasts have changed wildly. A few centimetres would be good but no sign of that . 

I fed and brushed the blind and deaf dog, Rex today. I always feel sorry for him. But I had a treat in store. When I brushed him, he rolled over in his bed, and was so animated. I have always felt ill at ease with people who have disabilities, my generation, were not really helped at how to react to them. Some might say, what are you complaining about, treat them as normal and so on. But actually it’s not that easy, well it isn’t for me. Dogs can teach you a thing or two, and Rex did that today.

 

PS I am omitting the date in the blogs now, as the blogger page puts the date in for me.