After a long, late
breakfast we drove out to Locorotondo, yet another historic hill-top
village. It was very windy, so we cut our exploration down to a quick
peruse and then looked for something to eat. We bought some bread and
salami from a mini market and ate it in yet another park with a view
over yet another expanse of trulli-infested farmland.
On the way home, we
stopped off at a park that we had spotted on the way into town. It
had an impressive array of things to climb around on (although sadly
its zipwire was broken), as well as enough wooden benches to seat
about 100 people.
Sally took us home
via a complicated route that took in several narrow, sinuous back
roads, but we didn't mind, as the countryside was particularly
picturesque - a mix of olive groves, vineyards and dry stone walls,
with a healthy sprinkling of trullis.
At 5.30pm we got a
call from Jacky, the English woman whose house we had minded on
Syros. She was on her way back to Greece and we had offered to let
her stay with us (the girls were over the moon as it meant that they
got to spend a night up in the turret room). Unfortunately, she was
driving without the benefit of Sally or one of her friends, and our
directions hadn't been quite clear enough, so we had to spend a while
attempting to guide her in via a series of phone calls. Eventually, a kind local took pity on her and led her to the car park.
We had a lovely
evening with her, telling her tales of our cat-related adventures in
Greece and hearing her (horror) stories of transporting cats back to
the UK.
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