Fire in Kritsa - And the Band Plays On...
The alert blares out at 9.44pm – first from my phone, then from Craig’s.
Claire In Crete
Paris might do for Emily, but Crete is the place for me!
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Kritsa’s Unlikely Heroine: Rodanthe and the Thread of Life
A young policeman in pale blue shirtsleeves is standing in the middle of the road, as I drive from Kritsa towards the ancient town of Lato.
What Happens When the Walking Stops? - 100km Across Crete in the Footsteps of the Allies: Epilogue
Two weeks after finishing our hike following the Allied Evacuation Route across Crete, I was standing in a hotel shower, staring absently at the tiles, wondering why I had not yet been able to write a single word about our pilgrimage, when the answer hit me squarely between the eyes.
Finding Uncle Harry - One Hundred Kilometres Across Crete in the Footsteps of the Allies: Day Four – Askifou to Hora Sfakion
I’m standing on the shady terrace of the Askifou War Museum, high in the White Mountains, listening to Georgia, the curator, talk about the collection, when I see a helmet pierced so precisely by a bullet that it seems to preserve the exact moment a man’s life ended.
No Man Left Behind - One Hundred Kilometres Across Crete in the Footsteps of the Allies: Day Three - Vrysses to Askifou
“How are you doing?” I message Kyle “What’s the ETA of your bus?”
The Longest Day - One Hundred Kilometres Across Crete in the Footsteps of the Allies: Day Two - 42nd Street to Vrysses
The café owner squints hard at me
One Hundred Kilometres Across Crete In the Footsteps of the Allies: Day One - Tavronitis to 42nd Street
There is a moment on the first day of our hike from the north to the south coast of Crete when I consider, seriously, whether joining this walk was a mistake.
After the Witnesses Are Gone, Who Will Remember the Battle of Crete?
I had planned to write about our epic 100km hike from the North to the South coast of Crete as my next blog - following the Evacuation Route taken by the Allies in May 1941 - but it was such a massive experience, with fantastic people, that I feel that I’m still absorbing the sights and sounds, the people we met and the emotional experience of it all!
My Island and Other Animals
I’m sitting in the darkness in my house in Kritsa, one light burning low as I write.
My Blue Prescription for You – With Love from Mirabello Bay
“Let the sound of the waves wash over you” the yoga instructor intones, as we lie, ‘glowing’ gently, in the darkened studio after our workout.