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Going to Pot

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These massive pithoi are now bought as decorative additions to tavernas, hotels and gardens, but originally were used to store oil, wine, olives and nuts and even as burial chambers. Fragments of similar vessels have been found dating back to Minoan times.
The largest of these pots stood taller than a person. Studies suggest they could hold over two tons of oil. Because of their size and weight, the base of the pithoi would be partially buried for stability and they could only be used on the ground floor of buildings. Surprisingly, these gargantuan pots were thrown on a simple wheel. The base was formed prior to coils of clay being added until the desired height was reached. The pot would then be turned and smoothed before curing in a clay oven fuelled by olive wood gathered from the surrounding hills.
Before the potters had trucks to transport their wares, they would travel from the village by donkey carrying tools, clay and even their kilns with them, in order to make pots for customers in situ.

Paleochora Sunset

IMG_1072.JPG ‘The island of Santorini some way north of Crete shouts long and hard about the beautiful sunsets that can be witnessed from atop its impressive caldera. But the whispered secret of the same event to be seen from the easterly beach in Paleochora is that it is no less spectacular and is a more intimate experience for being clandestine. In keeping with its diffident air, after dark the town bustles but doesn’t shove. As the town blinks and wipes the afternoon sleep from its eyes, it comes awake. Somewhere in the distant lanes a baker leans to knead his dough and the sultry crescent of the moon looks on dispassionate. The tavernas are busy but the air is casual and the visitor can meander contentedly soaking up the pleasures of the streets.’

Analipsi Chapel

The lone bell of Analipsi church overlooking the lost city of Olous.
‘Teetering over the rocks around the bay I approach another chapel, this time an intact, single-aisled, simple stone structure of Venetian origin set in parched earth and surrounded by a low, stone wall. On the rocks a lone fisherman casts his bait into the candescent waters of Mirabello as he sits in the shade of a wind-bent pine. The light bounces off the bright cream walls of the church and burns into the scrubby grass and palms that eke a living in the churchyard in the shadow of a single bell hanging silent in the belfry, its rope secured to the window-catch on the flank wall.’IMG_0247.JPG

More Hidden Crete

The paperback edition of More Hidden Crete is now on sale on amazon. If you decide to read a copy, I really hope you enjoy it and it rings true with your own experiences on this magical island.
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1545176833/ref=sr_1_2…

For those of you who haven’t read the first volume it is on offer for Kindle readers. If you choose to buy I do hope you enjoy it. Spread the word.

https://www.amazon.co.uk/…/dp/B01LZN8…/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0…

Sail home

‘ Not to waste time the skipper navigates to feet from the quay, the ramp is dropped and, as no vehicles are embarking, the captain dispenses with the need to moor his ship which is kept on station using engines alone. Within minutes Samaria is reversing before thrusting forwards in a gentle arc westwards.

We find a seat at the rail on the upper deck among the backpacks, poles and other paraphernalia of sleepy hikers.
A full moon is already in the sky, as though gatecrashing the titian splendour of the sun’s party, arriving to chase it over the horizon. It is a short 40 minute sail home along the coast where Samaria concludes her day’s work.’

 

An extract from More Hidden Crete, out now for Kindle with paperback release scheduled for later this month.

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1545176833/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1497616266&sr=1-2&keywords=more+hidden+crete