Being Busy Resting

Spending a rest day in Fiskardo is no problem at all as there is so much to see and do, and that is without my favourite past-time of boat and people watching.

We bimbled about a bit in the morning writing postcards, relaxing in the sun and trying the fresh pies from the bakery (the marrow pie was a great hit)

After an early lunch we went exploring on paw, and were soon off the beaten track and away from the tourists (in truth there weren't as many about as the local shops and tavernas would have liked).

We climbed up to an abandoned village. We could see evidence of lots of abandoned houses, but it was such a lovely spot, that none of us, especially Greek bear Louis, could imagine why anyone would want to leave.

Mind you, we did note signs of regeneration amongst the ruins and could imagine that it won't be long before this is a thriving community again.

The village was on a high point and it was a lovely downhill romp to the bay of Dafnoudi for a swim. This was a real gem and only reached on foot by a lovely stoney track. It would have been a long way round the top of the island by boat, but on paw, crossing over a narrow neck of land, it was no more than a hour's walk.

Back in Fiskardo we enjoyed a frozen yoghurt ice with as many fruit and chocolately toppings as we could manage, then we looked round some of the back streets away from the waterfront.

There was still water though, but looking at how well these Koi carp were doing, it certainly wasn't salt water. The frog statue was great even though he wasn't spouting water. Patrick wondered whether there wasn't a slight resemblance between his dapper profile and that of the frog - any thoughts readers?

All us bears appreciated the artistic merits of the lumps of old olive wood and the old olive press. We all took care to stay topside of that heavy plate which could easily crush the stuffing out of us if it dropped.

Before we left, there was one time honoured tradition which needed to be observed. This was a visit to the old Venetian lighthouse, sitting on the headland which marks the approach to Fiskardo.

We climbed to the top, a journey we'd made twice before and looked out to sea for ships and to check for pirates. You can always tell me, Eddie, from my big eared profile.

The coast was definitely clear so we could go off duty and enjoy another fine evening of wining and dining at Nicholas' taverna.

Lots of love, Eddie and the crew of Analipsi xxx