The world from my window

We've just had a photo session, Mr Grigg and me, here in the kitchen. It's usually me behind the camera - I've never been much of a one for inflicting my fisog on the world. Invariably, pictures of me on the web are of tea cups, tiki masks and Fra Newbery's painting The Spirit of Bridport . I also use this one a lot.  I like it. I took it. But I'm not in it.  'Smile girls,' I yelled from afar. 'Jump up and down a bit.' So they did.  It's one of my favourite pictures. But, over the last few months, it's me who's had to be the subject of the photographs.  'Can you send me a nice photo of you by the sea?' the feature writer at Good Housekeeping said to me last summer. 'Do you really need it?' I said. 'Can't you use a picture of the Greek village we lived in, or a back view of me?' 'Well, not really,' she said. 'It's a two page feature and it's all about y...

The world is full of coincidences and my life is full of them. There are a number of serendipitous moments connected with my Big Fat Greek Gap Year. Coming across the journalist Marjory McGinn is one of them. We have a number of things in common, not least of which is a love of all things Greek. And both of us have actually taken the plunge and moved here for a year. In Marjory's case, she and her partner, Jim, planned on staying in the Peloponnese for twelve months, taking their crazy dog, Wallace, along for the ride. They ended up living there for three years. She's just brought out a book, Things Can Only Get Feta , about the first year living in a rural village in the Mani. It is available now on Kindle and will be out in a paperback version later this month. In an interview for this blog, she shares the highs and lows of her Greek odyssey. Q: What makes a couple exchange life in a quiet Scottish village for Greece in crisis? Madness I guess...