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The mornings are getting lighter. The birds seem rather chirpy...they start singing very early....very LOUDLY. Green stuff around the garden is showing signs of rapid vertical movement. It must be Springtime then! Now... where did I put the shotgun and the lawnmower.
Hard to believe that we've been home for three months already and with the prospect of sunshine over in the Med not that far away, we're already thinking ahead to the next instalment of our adventure. Looking back for a moment, much has happened recently. We got fed up with renting places and therefore took the opportunity to reoccupy our home (the tenants decided to move on). All our worldly belongings came out of storage and the past few weeks have been great fun opening dozens of boxes full of surprises as we re-discover what we own. Actually... that's not quite true. Being an utter anorak I created a spreadsheet when we departed two years ago, with the contents of every box carefully listed and numbered. Nevertheless, it was still a bit like opening Christmas pressies, albeit knowing what was inside the wrapping. This is going to be a new beginning. Having de-cluttered big time when we packed up, a new order will apply from now on. This house is going to abide by boat rules, which means anything that doesn't have a useful purpose will find itself on the shelves of a charity shop pronto.That doesn't include me just for the record. Sadly, my father passed away at the beginning of January at the ripe old age of 93. He was buried with military honors as Lieutenant Colonel Mieczyslaw Wladyslaw Kazimierz Wartalski. He was just plain Michael to me! Friends in Malta are keeping an eye on the good ship Comino for me but having been sat in the water over winter it means the bottom will be as slimy as a second-hand car salesman. The top won't be much better. Desert sand from Africa fills the rain, which means she'll need an archaeological dig to get her unearthed. I think the first thing I'll do when we get back is arrange for her to be lifted into the boatyard for some serious TLC. I'll leave you with pictures of Manoel Island, where Comino has been berthed for the past two summers. The first shot was taken in the early seventies. What's remarkable is that the marina doesn't even exist then. The boats moored opposite on Ta'Xbiex key are still there (not the same ones obviously) but equally interesting is the swimming pool in the bottom right hand corner. That's the pool at Nicki's parents flat where she swam as a young girl. She could never have imagined living on a boat just a few hundred yards away when she was older.
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A FEW PICS OF COMINOClick 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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