Twilight barking and autumn in Corfu
The nights here in Corfu are drawing in. In the gloom, the card players in the plateia yell and shout at the hands they've been dealt. At eight o'clock, as if by magic, the lights in the Narnia lamp post illuminate the scene. During the day, there are a few open-mouthed holidaymakers strolling around at a snail's pace. But not many. The tavernas are winding down, many of them ready to operate on weekends only and some preparing to close completely. The planes still fly overhead but the flights aren't as frequent. Down in the olive groves, the grass under the trees has been cut, ready for the nets to be placed underneath them. It won't be long before harvest. And the smell of pine wafts down through the hillside as we wallow in the warm sea at our favourite beach, Gialaskari, and then settle down for fresh fish and giant prawns. The days are still baking hot and skin can still burn. But the nights are cooler and make me reach for my cardi and, heaven...
