Rethymno and a walk to the old mill

TUESDAY 11^TH NOVEMBER

It was dark when we woke so were surprised to find it was 9.30am.  Kostas had telephoned Theo to say the car was fixed so Keith went off to see him.  Apparently they had to take the car into Rethymno three times before the electrical problem was finally fixed. We had done 673 kilometers in the borrowed car. 

Just after 11am we left for Rethymno to visit the Champion supermarket, which is part of the ‘Carre Four’ group, to purchase our DVD player.  This time we had a choice of machines and settled for an unknown name as it listed so many different types of discs, etc. that could be played on it. The traffic was as bad as ever and the road works n the city didn’t help either. 

At home Theo came to talk to us whilst Maria was cleaning our apartment.  After lunch he and Keith disappeared up to the farm.    Theo had taken Keith along tracks at Souda that were unfamiliar to us.  However they did go on ones we knew but found that as they had not been used one particular route was overgrown and another blocked with fallen rocks causing Theo to reverse and find an alternative way. As they returned we had a light shower which displayed a pale rainbow over the shrubbery next to our buildings.

 

 

WEDNESDAY 12^TH NOVEMBER

We had had hoped to fly our kites but after several attempts, whilst Keith just stood and watched me with hands in his pockets, I gave up.  It was such a lovely day feeling much warmer than the 21C registered on the car’s gauge and so we took a walk up to the ‘Old Mill’ only this time we took the tarmac road which was laid only as far as the water storage tanks.  From there it changed to a rough track leading  past several small houses and farm buildings where the dogs attempted to frighten us with their half hearted barking.  Following the path of the stream below we reached an olive grove and recognising the area. This is the point where if we had taken the other route we would have to cross the stream, something I always find difficult and usually end up with at least one wet foot.  From hereon we had to clamber across large flat rocks laid at an angle on the hillside and long narrow paths to reach the ancient bridge that lead to the Mill.

At this point having gone over the bridge we decided not to bother climbing up the mountainside any further but return home for a late lunch.

 

  

Ithought the little cloud resembled a puff of smoke making the mill run look more like a chimney.