Postcard

One last missive from this honeyed island. The waiter dude and I got talking as he comes from Thessalonika and my grandad Chris drove a truck there in WW1 (Salonika as it was known). Fighting the Bulgars. Yes my friend, he says, we fight on the same side, both wars. You, us, and the Serbs. He expounded on the character of the Greeks and their stubborn proud independence which would see them through the latest shenanigans.
I was slightly stunned as he then revealed that he knew Scotland was having an independence referendum in 2014; though of course his view was that all the Scots would support independence naturally, as Greeks did against the Ottomans.
Tbc, no doubt! Right, packing time. 27C here. It may be slightly cooler back out on those far flung islands we call home.