Greece was great. That’s how I’d summarise our two-week holiday that finished last Friday. Me and my lovely lady really roamed the land; we went everywhere our legs, buses, trams, taxis and subways could take us, we ate as much as we could of my mother’s divine cuisine, slept like logs and generally left bleak black Bradford behind us for a while. It was good, and I think we both needed it – it’s when you don’t think that you need a rest that you REALLY need it.
It was vastly therapeutic – I’m glad she convinced me to take the time off. I came back rested, relaxed and considerably less stressed than when I left. Not to mention a few pounds heavier and slightly tanned, but a long-overdue diet will take care of the former and Ol’ Blighty will handle the latter. So’ed.
One of the best things of course was meeting up with friends, old and new. I hadn’t realised how much I’d missed some people, and I will publicly admit that I went pretty soft more than once. Especially in one case, I felt a friendship rekindled, for which I am very thankful.
Anyway, I know what you logged on to see. Photos. Well, here is a very small selection of the 500+ shots that we took.
Alexander the Super-Awesome. And I don’t wanna hear nothing from dem Persians…