Thoughts Of Sailing A Candyfloss Sea


The weather in Shropshire has taken a frigid turn – flurries of sleet and bone-chilling winds, the need to wear too many vests and socks and feeling that I’m far too nesh to venture out in it. For any reason whatsoever. (Allotment? What allotment?) Which also has me thinking of a warm sea and Peroulia Beach and the rosy displays laid on there each dawn and dusk, and walking through silent olive groves that come down to the shore, the days’ warmth stored in the many seasons’ leaf layers beneath our feet. At sunset we find we have the beach to ourselves. The sea barely lapping the sand, and somewhere across the Gulf, above the Mani’s fortress scarps, a raptor mews. There are no other sounds.

copyright 2018 Tish Farrell


37 thoughts on “Thoughts Of Sailing A Candyfloss Sea

      1. I think it’s an East Midlands/Yorkshire word. I first came across it reading ‘Sons & Lovers’ for ‘A’ level. I’m sure you’re far more modern than ancient!

    1. You could feel it too. I’ve never been anywhere that was so quiet – well apart from the early morning practice by the Greek air force out of Kalamata. But that didn’t last long.

      1. No. They made a helluva din whisking up the Gulf. But they soon went back to base and peace resumed. Actually it was quite exciting. I was imagining how glorious it would be in the cockpit – looking down on the Kalamata and Mani peninsulas on either hand, the Taygetos mountains and the blue sea. Wheeeeesh!

    1. Jambo bwana. Habari yako…Thank you for those NY greetings and the same to you and yours. As to retreating to warmer climes – it’s not on the cards. I’m buying more vests instead 🙂

      1. And piling logs in the chimney? It does have its charm. And to be honest, I don’t mind the cold, as ,long as you’re “equipped” for it. E.g. Mountain climbing? I never was cold because I had good equipment. (I am thinking of using my mountain down jacket inside right now as we don’t have central heating and the US cold wave is hitting us… 😉
        Have a lovely week-end Tish.

      2. Haha! So right. We had a house in Normandy, a two century affair which we closed for the winter from… November to Easter. When we opened up the house again I would take the blowtorch out and soldering material. One would open the water in the cave and another would stay in the living room to detect a possible leak. Inevitably there was one and I had to solder the tube back into use. Preparation. 😉

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