View from a past life

Ten years ago I stayed up here on the second of two holidays in the castellated villa I blipped a view of a couple of weeks ago. Today my pal and I walked up the hill through Pano Stalos, through olive and orange groves, to remind me of these visits.

The only sounds came from small birds and cicadas; four large raptors that may have been eagles circled above us. It was very, very hot.

Summer has arrived in Crete and my memories are intact.