Day 34 – We mustn’t get too comfy . . .

It’s difficult to contemplate moving on. A sliver of summer has engulfed us. We feel cosy and comfortable. Can’t beat lazing in your favourite chair. But we don’t put our feet up.

Cup shaped Navarino Bay has its own handle in the shape of Voidokilia Cove – its beach gets rave ratings. We need to find out what all the fuss is about. A good excuse to bike out. Go for another picnic. The off road route takes us around and through an ornitholgist’s dream landscape. Courtesy of Lake Dimni Divari and it’s surrounding waterways. A perfectly picturesque paradise.

Scientists have yet to fathom out why waders tend to stand on one leg. After watching these early morning feeders for ten minutes it comes to us. One leg is lifted up and out. It dangles and swings. Then gets dipped back into the water. Sometimes this gets repeated a couple of times. Sometimes with the other leg. Then it’s tucked away out of sight. We strain our ears. A familiar lyric skims across the water. “You put your left leg in, your left leg out . . . ” Ah, so that’s what it’s all about!

Clearly doing their own version of the hokey-cokey.

Fifty minutes in and we edge the bikes close to the beach. Park them against a rocky outcrop. Our picnic spot. Two mouth-fulls later we have company. Unfortunately he’s upwind. He can see we’re eating. What does he do? Perches three feet away and lights up a ciggy!!! Hasn’t he been following the blog?

Mrs S emulates a Rafa scowl – holds back a volley

It’s the week-end. We’re surprised how few have made their way over to this pretty spot.

Not many on the beach apart from some old geezer taking photos
Greek Sh-eek – Mrs S reckons I’d make a splendid paparazzi
Oy! I could do with that . . .

Once back at camp we don cozzies. Traverse ten yards to the camp-side beach. Almost as comfy as our favourite chair, its supplied loungers soon find us toasting nicely.