The wind and rain – oh the rain – are battering the windows outside, but at least the fires are on, and the faint smell of peat permeates the house. It seems a long time away from our trip to Athens at the tail end of the Autumn, but its only six weeks. The contrast in temperatures could not be more dramatic. Athens in October was bright, sunny and 25 Celsius (though I understand from a taxi driver that the weather the week we were there was a wee bit bit better than usual).
I’d been to Athens once before, back in September 1995, on a business trip to Crete, when my flight schedule allowed me 12 hours in the city before getting a Heathrow 767 from the old airport by the docks. So I’d managed the airport bus into the city, been up the Acropolis, explored the old town, and sweltered in the unexpected September heat, oh and eaten stewed goat and drunk retsina under one of the wonders of the ancient world.
Athens 20 years later was a brilliant few days, blown away by the museums, sites and historical artifacts that we say (except the Acropolis I’m afraid, staggeringly crowded and regimented, but that’s life. I’m glad a I saw it 20 years ago in a more relaxed time – I even phoned Ruth from the roof of Athens on my brand new mobile phone).
We will be back.