The wind has dropped, the sea is the calmest I’ve seen it for a couple of days and there are clouds atop the mountains. Time to go find some coffee.
Riding down the road in the sunshine when the aroma of fresh coffee nearly knocks me off my perch. I screech to a halt and have a double expresso and pastry to complete my breakfast. Then I ride on and leave my hi viz jacket on the back of the chair when I leave – where it remains to this day, no doubt.
I wander around the art gallery – an exhibition by local artists with no thought on how to show the work at its best – higgledy piggledy and eclectic, shall we say. Until I worked at Mortonhampstead Community Arts Centre, I’d never realised quite how much thought goes into the putting together of an exhibition, but after seeing the Chios gallery I also realise how talented the display team are there.
After doing a daily draw, I set off to find the same camp spot I used the first night in Chios – not realising quite how far away from the port THAT was. It remains calm, with hardly any breeze to riffle the sea that grazes the shore gently. I don’t bother with the tent – just putting down the tarp, and sleeping bag – which is excellent for a quick getaway in the morning