It's getting hotter in Corfu now, with temperatures soaring. For Mr Grigg's birthday next week, we're looking at ninety six degrees.
The seventies tabloid moniker 'Cor-phew' is right on the button.
Swallows and swifts dive into the water, the cicadas chirrup and the white tourists from the cruise ships are getting redder.
Time to dive into the grounds of
Mon Repos, the birthplace of the Duke of Edinburgh. It's a shady spot, with plenty of cover.
The mansion could do with a bit of tender, loving care, really, and the inside is a bit of a museum mish-mash. The Brits and Americans probably wonder why Prince Philip hardly gets a mention, with the building playing host to various exhibitions, none of which relates to HRH.
But the prince was only eighteen months old when the Greek royal family was exiled on 3 December 1922. Hardly time to get to know the place.
But with the island's archaeological museum closed until 2015 for renovation, it's good to be able to browse around the ancient artefacts here, as long as you can cope with the heat.
I could spend all day in a dusty museum with stelae, votive goods, bits of ancient jewellery, arrowheads and figures of Artemis. And to find the remains of a Doric temple (5th century BC) in the Mon Repos grounds was, to me at least, the honey on the ancient Greek baclava.
And then we followed a narrow path through the trees to hop over the Mon Repos wall and join the 'official' path and steps down to the
Kardaki spring.
The story goes that whoever drinks from the spring is destined to forget his homeland and always return to Corfu.
So we drank from the spring and went down to the beach to ponder our fate.
That's about it.
Love Maddie x
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