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Back in the day, far flung venues such as Wigan Casino, St Ives, Blackpool Mecca, Nottingham Palais and Yate (to name but a few) played host to my musical passion. It was all about Northern Soul, a sort of secret underground movement that enticed thousands of people from all over the country to come together and dance their socks off at weekend "All Nighters" and "All Dayers". Whilst boring kids were tucked up in bed or out fishing for the day, we were pirouetting around the dance floor like "Strictly" contestants on speed - which, off course, most people were! The point of this little introduction is to say that each place we went to had its own very special "signature" tune. These tunes are etched into my soul and for some reason current everyday occurrences cause them to pop into my head at random. Yesterday was no exception. We arrived back in Malta and all I could hear in my bonce was that Yate Northern Soul classic from Ester Phillips - "What a difference a day makes - 24 little hours". http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-6CAeDN9er8 The morning before started with a taxi ride to the coach station. Then we suffered the 3 hour journey up the M4, and through a typically snarled up London, to get to Victoria. Humping our not insignificant amount of luggage across sahara smog filled streets to the underground was not nice. Being right in the middle of rush hour, the tube journey to Heathrow was bloody hot and crowded. Inevitably, checking in cases at the airport involved standing in a long line for another hour. OK, a glass of vino in the departure lounge did take the edge off things a bit, but the following three hours on the plane was a real chore. Thankfully, good old Jane (less of the old she'd say), was waiting for us at the other end ready to whisk us away to our beds at her place. It was 2.00am in the morning when we entered her house. And then, yesterday, that tune just kept playing inside my head over and over again. "What a difference a day makes - 24 little hours". You can imagine just how tiresome the journey was, but here's what 24 little hours can really do……….
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A FEW PICS OF COMINO Click a photo to enlarge and use side arrows to scroll through. COMINO IS CURRENTLY HEREDID SOMEONE SAY SEAFOODOn our journey from Portugal to Greece we enjoyed amazing seafood almost everywhere we stopped. Finding the local fish market was always a priority because seafood was so plentiful and so reasonably priced. And, the displays were a feast for your eyes.
Locating a market sometimes meant pounding the pavements in searing heat, but if you kept your eyes peeled, you often came across a little clue. The pic below was a rather less than subtle advert for a fish market - it was eight feet tall.
Freshly cooked onboard, a plateful of giant prawns, baked in wine and garlic, washed down with a few glasses of local vino, was like heaven. Watching the sunset on the boat eating a meal like that was the epitome of "living the dream".
Now we're in Greece we've another favourite to savour. I'm talking about fried Calamari. It's usually good, but every now and then it's off-the-scale fantastic. At Natalie's Taverna on Kontokali Beach in Corfu, it was nothing short of epic.
We're based in Lefkas now and It's been a bit of a mission to find somewhere just as good. And we have. Rakias is a mere ten minute walk from the marina and this little fish market, with its very own taverna attached, is quite sensational.
Oh...and it's also worth mentioning that, on occasions, a bit of barbequed Octopus is on the menu at some of the tavernas we frequent. Can I resist....no. SUNSETS AND DRAMATIC SKIESNo filters, or any other monkey business, have been used to enhance these images.
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