Local Heart, Global Soul

August 5, 2014

More Olive Trees Than Are Wanted, Lunch And A Daring Rescue Plan…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Following yesterday’s post about the rain and later cloudburst we encountered whilst on holiday in Platania in October 2012, the rain had continued off and on though the night but it had stopped by the time the sun came up.

We spent a lazy morning reading, resting, lounging around and generally being reluctant to get out of bed.

Our in-laws had an appointment with a solicitor in Volos, and things to do there regarding their holiday home  and so Kiwi Daughter joined us at our accommodation.

As the morning went on the troops grew restless and so Himself suggested a very short drive to see some of the villages close to Platania. Thus ensued a  semi-successful trip that mostly involved looking at very little beach or views and looking instead at more olive trees than we could count so after a while and and almost unanimous decision (Himself would like to have driven just for drivings sake and to see what was or wasn’t there) we decided to go back to Platania rather than to continue.

Since all the restaurants in the little villages we visited were closed, our planned lunch out never eventuated and stomachs were rumbling by the time we drive back to the Platania beach-front. We end up at a place called “Spiros” and ordered lunch.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

I have little fish, again similar to the wonderful meal we had on Palio Trikeri Island, and whilst it was far better than the one I tried yesterday it still didn’t measure up to Palio Trikeri’s high standards.

Himself has a larger fish (I forget what sort) and the kids got a plate of cucumber and fries. It was all good go we will come back here again.

Then we had our tiny moment of “drama”, because the large open storm-water drain which had been bone dry until the night before, is now sporting a considerable amount of water after yesterday evening’s cloudburst and last night’s rain.

The kids spy a cat trapped in a pipe by the water and sprint over excitedly to see what can be done. As they approach they can hear it mewing pitifully and Kiwi Daughter is certain it’s been there since yesterday without food because of the water.Our children hatch a rescue plan whereby Little Mr. holds Kiwi Daughter’s rain jacket and shoes and shouts instructions and his big sister uses the top of the pipe as a step to pick her way down into the muddy water to try and lift the cat out.

The cat makes a lot of noise but doesn’t seem to be pleased about the rescue effort and darts away to the back to the pipe just as Kiwi Daughter makes a lunge to save it. Then laughter ensues because it seems that the back end of the pipe exits somewhere by the water fountain higher up by the road behind them… so the militant moggy can leave when he/she wishes anyway.

Heroic attempt over, Kiwi Daughter goes for paddle in the sea across the road to wash off the mud and then it’s back to the apartment for a rest  (for me) and a game of cards for everyone else.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

 

 

 

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