After 3 scorching days, a slight lull.

She took Tom and her lass off to the water village (don't get it confused with the water park, the village is bigger and better. And more expensive, obv.)

Alex and I did some handwashing and tidied and did dishes. OK, I did, Alex played FIFA on his DS. 

Then we dodged showers and shopped for lunch and went back and cooked lunch. 

And then instead of seeking to conquer the big hill opposite and glad I hadn't booked a quad bike for the day, we walked into the neighbouring village along the road. Admiring lemons and oranges and fennel and fishes and ducks and various other flora and fauna.

To Alikes. We walked up the road, past the usual tourist shops selling inflatables at inflated prices and numerous eateries. We got to the far end and turned to walk back along the water's edge. Sandy and solid, we chatted and poked about and dandered with no real aim other than to be back by 4 to greet the water park drowned rats.

Alex was into the pool with splatters of rain breaking the surface; spot the Scot on holiday. (The one that isn't old enough to imbibe, that is)

And to moussaka across the road. 

Not bad as grey days go...

Me and the laddie try to convince the world Kraftwerk are now a cabaret duo.


**update- it's Monday and Monomonday. .high key / low key. Thanks to Carolina for pointing out / hosting**