ESTIA

Let me introduce you to the Greek goddess, Estia. Sister of Zeus, she was regarded as the kindest goddess, forgiving, content and, along with Athena and Artemis, was a virgin goddess, who swore an oath of celibacy. She protected the family, the home, the hearth.

The Greek word estia bears a rich semantic load and ‘the hearth’ is probably the sense that it most commonly conveys.

Our recent, dreich, dismal weather does not entice you to move far from your fireside. Cold winds and rain encourage me to produce more wholesome, comforting fare.

This week we enjoyed chicken soup and by the pot is a banana bread mix ready for the oven.

On Burns’ Day I fancied food from the homeland: beef stew, mashed tatties with the nearest turnip substitute I can find – a mix of carrot and parsnip.

Angeliki, our upstairs neighbour, celebrated her birthday with a pavlova I made for her – albeit a bit out of season.

                                              
The left-over cream and strawberries prompted me to bake a batch of scones which cheered up our cold-day breakfast. 😊

These foods I’ve been describing- and readily consuming - could be described as comfort food, childhood favourites representing the warmth of the home, recalling enjoyed and extended hospitality, with the focus on sharing food with others.

The word estia is one I love - with all the connotations of warmth, it even depicts the ‘hob’, another home focus.  It can refer to ‘state-offered student accommodation’ ‘the origin’, ‘the cradle’ – even ‘the epicentre of an earthquake’.

However, my beloved Chambers dictionary sadly let me down. It claims the word comes from the French verb ‘to restore’. Don’t believe a word of it. The derivation is unarguably Greek – ‘estiatorio’- where hospitality is extended. 

So next time you go out for a meal, remember our kindly Estia! 😊

 

 

 

An’ Forward Tho’ I canna See

Having just celebrated Burns’ Day and looking ahead to what 2026 has to offer, the lines,

 ‘An’ forward tho’ I canna see, I guess an’ fear.’

came to mind. Written by Burns in 1785, he bemoans how his plough has rendered the mouse homeless and how unpredictable the future can be.

But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane

In proving foresight may be vain;

The best-laid schemes o' mice an 'men

Gang aft agley,

An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,

For promis'd joy!

Still thou art blest, compar'd wi' me

The present only toucheth thee:

But, Och! I backward cast my e'e.

On prospects drear!

An' forward, tho' I canna see,

I guess an' fear!

However, I’m going to change that last thought to something more positive:

‘I guess with cheer.’

2025 had some momentous …. moments that will bridge into 2026.

Below is our much-loved niece, Jen, who recently was promoted to the position of Public Health Principal at Barnsley Council and also gained a much-in-demand place on a course to become an UK Public Health Register Practitioner. All this while bringing up two little ‘uns with a husband who often works away. Awesome – and she will continue to be so!

I posted about bestie, Angeliki’s MA graduation ceremony in Plymouth. Since then she has joined an American college staff, is presenting at an international conference soon, has been asked to convene an professional Special Interest Group, and invited to have an article published in an academic journal. Recently she has gained accreditation as Fellow of the British Association of Lecturers in English for Academic Purposes.

 Flying high, gals – so proud of them both!

This is my splendid teacher, Vasiliki, who accompanies me on the ups and downs of my piano/ music progress. May her patience, passion and humour continue to flow!  😊  

And so to my next ray of hope: literally for years this orchid, a gift from a dear friend, has lain dormant but I refused to pitch it. Imagine my surprise when, before Christmas, it began to produce small shoots. Now I see tiny buds forming. Such a delight!

Planned in 225, table set, food ready - the warmth of friends’ good company saw in 2026.  

Z found the lucky coin in his slice of Vasilopitta (dumpling equivalent) thus hopefully gaining good fortune throughout the year!

So, let’s think positively. May 2026 bring us all health, happiness and peace.

A 2025 Retrospective

 Naturally there were sadnesses and losses over the year but I feel the need to focus on things positive – what 2025 gifted us with. We went for trips away - local and further afield. One fairly local destination was the mountain village of Arnaia, remarkable for its stunning stone buildings, singular architecture style and great colours.

A birthday treat was our memorable trip to Trikala – a town remarkable in itself with great food outlets. Nearby in the famed Meteora area, the monasteries cling to their vertiginous sites.

Throughout the year we enjoyed having guests at our home/table and it’s an embarrassment to see the volume of such scenes we recorded, especially eating out! :o I will, however, give a particular mention Jean and Max who came to visit in May. We don’t see them often as they reside in Canada so we really enjoyed their company.

In July we travelled to Sandanski in Bulgaria about one-and- a-half hour driveaway. It’s a lovely town set in an even more beautiful park area with interesting works of art.

August saw us in my hameland. First we stayed in Durham to catch up with family and friends. Z really enjoyed his Marco Pierre White breakfasts at our hotel. Nice ones!!

We travelled by train to Mallaig, crossing the ‘Harry Potter’ Glenfinnan Viaduct.  But our main base was Glasgow and we enjoyed what the city had to offer. I was born there which happily gives me the right to be dubbed a ‘Weegie’ though I’ve never lived there. As the song says ‘I belong to Glasgow’- and when we’re there enjoying sunny mild weather, surrounded by homely local accents and humour, then ‘Glasgow belongs to me’!

Z continues to offer his services on the homestead and we happily assist in the consumption of olive oil and rather good Cabernet/Merlot thus produced. 😊😊

Our last trip was my Christmas gift – a trip to Prevesa in the south west, about a five -hour drive, but the Duchess ensured that we had a comfortable ride. Our hotel was in a beautiful location, and we enjoyed fine weather during our stay. We took the opportunity to drive through the under-sea tunnel to visit the nearby island of Kephalonia. Beautiful jasmine and bougainvillea festooned side-streets even mid-winter.

On our last day this shot from our hotel is apposite: the warm early-morning sky shades ease our spirits as we prepare for the dawning of a new year.

                                             

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MY CHRISTMAS GIFT

My Christmas gift from Z was a trip to Prevesa in the south west of Greece. Our 5-hour journey was beset with initial very heavy rain, a tractor blockade of striking farmers and extensive roadworks involving detours into unknown terrain. ☹

However, we arrived safely at our hotel – in an ideal location just outside the city- ready to party.

We celebrated Christmas Eve with a buffet meal and live music. A real surprise was Z making a rare sortie onto the dance floor to honour his homeland as they played Thracian music. I actually found myself, at one point, in the lead dance position – argghhh! I did manage to lead without any mishaps in step/tempo for a few sets before graciously conceding the role!

Christmas day dawned mild and sunny – the shot below shows the lovely setting of our hotel there in the background. Exploring Prevesa in spring-like sunshine was a joy. Its port, in a well-sheltered bay, is the winter quarters of magnificent yachts from all over the world - N. Europe, the States, Australia

Walking around whetted our appetite – I had to kneel on the pavement to get us-at yet-another-table from an interesting perspective. This taverna offered us its famed prawns.

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Boxing Day saw us going across, down and over to the nearby island of Lefkada. Here we are driving through the one-kilometre under-sea tunnel ……

…while below we see the road bridge, with more beautiful yachts moored on the island. En route we saw a flock of magnificent flamingoes obviously drawn by the local shrimps, but traffic conditions didn’t allow us to snap them. ☹

The narrow streets, with bougainvillea and jasmine still in bloom, were really picturesque.

We had a glorious time there and only the thought of our lonely kitties made us ready to leave. This early morning shot from our hotel balcony helps you understand our reluctance to go.

 

Our OAP Outing !

 

After much persuasion on my part (!) we became members of the local senior citizen group and attended our first trip with them. We explored parts of Halkidiki on a cloudy but mild day.

We first visited the village of Arnaia but despite the efforts of our patient, adept driver our large coach could not manoeuver the narrow, cobbled streets so we went on foot. We marvelled at the beautiful, brightly coloured stone buildings. Our driver was, indeed, excellent!

Our planned visit was to the Saint Kosmas Nunnery outside the village where the nuns offered us coffee and biscuits. One sister related an interesting account of the sanctuary history while another gave a talk of a more ‘spiritual’ nature: extolling the Orthodox faith, she pronounced that only those believers would be admitted to paradise - in one sentence banishing the 2.5 billion Christians to hell fires, claiming divine security for the 280 million Orthodox followers. :O  Clearly, she had not got the memo explaining that those of the Jewish faith believe they are the chosen ones. Scenes I’d like to see: representatives of those groups debating the issue and, for good measure, we should throw a Free High Scottish Presbyterian into the mix.  😊

What did impress me there were the lovely stained-glass windows with the peacock design.

Another wee visit we made was to the richly embellished St Stephen Church.

The original one had been burned down in 2005, and while it was renovated, they retained some of the original features, clearly visible through the partial glass flooring – fascinating.

Our lunch stop in Stratoni allowed us to see the loading bay for exporting ore concentrates – mainly silver, zinc and lead – to European markets. The mine, non-operational for a few years, was re-opened in 2006 by Hellas Gold.

Here is our cheery band of co-travellers who entertained us on our return trip with ribald jokes and lusty singing! May we enjoy other such well-organized outings in future!

Zissis and I wish you all a happy festive time with health and peace. 😊

 

Plymouth

In my last post about our trip tp Plymouth, I didn't mention so much about the city per se - so here goes - my descriptionof Britain's Ocean City, as she is also known! She boasts three universities : Plymouth University, Plymouth College of Art and Plymouth Marjon University. 

This was our excellent hostelry, The Three Crowns, which are just visible on the wall. Their rooms were above the bar,  so booze on tap and right in the busy Barbican area.   

As in London, the name denotes an original fortified post or gateway, its narrow cobbled streets conceal lots of surprises. Below you can see the gin-producing distillery stack. There are lots of tourists shops, many luring you in with their goodies made from Devon's famous dairy products: fudge, tablet, toffees as well as establishments offering scones and cream teas. 

We had learned our lesson in Brighton when Marina's longed-for breakfast was snaffled aloft by a marauding gull. Here there is clearly a similar problem. This poster warns  against feeding gulls as they can become aggressive nuisances.  This one is certainly not appealing !

 

Now I had heard of Plymouth Hoe but I must confess to not knowing what that was . :0 Here it is : The Hoe is a green park area sloping down to the sea.   It is a site for major events, has a putting green, picnic areas, and an Art Deco Lido with a natural sea-water pool, open from April to September. The War Memorial  honours those in active service who fell in both world wars.

 

Below you can see Smeaton's Tower. A lighthouse originally warning mariners of the Eddyson Reef, it was relocated inland in 1882 and is now  regularly visited by tourists.

 

Legend has it that it was here in 1588 that Sir Francis Drake played his cool game of bowls while awaiting the arrival of the Spanish Armada which he famously thrashed .  From here The Pilgrim Fathers embarked on The Mayflower in 1620 seeking  freedom  to practise their Protestant faith in the New World. Other world-famous explorers who left on their adventures from these shores are : Captain Cook (1768), Charles Darwin (1831) and Scott of the Antarctic (1912).

Plymouth is essentially a seaport whose economy was originally based on ship-building and sea trade. She houses HMNB Devonport, the largest operating naval base in Western Europe.  Today there are regular ferry links to Brittany and Spain and her pretty harbour bustles all year round. 

Incidentally this  shot  below used no filters - these were the natural colours of that grey day !

 

But let's not  forget why we visited this grand dame : to attend Angeliki's graduation ceremony.

This is my fave picture  of her, gowned and hooded,  taking a celebratory sip of champagne. 

A Worthy Celebration.

The Intrepid Two meet up at 07.30 at Athens airport for another adventure, which meant a very early rise for me ....and my driver ! :) Our Aegean flight to Gatwick was fine ... apart from the catering. Breakfast, purporting to be Croque Monsieur, was brittle and well-nigh impossible to cut without  little pieces of 'shrapnel' flying off the tray. Croque Missile, more like! Then a train trip ( again disrupted !!) to Plymouth. What is it with English trains?!

  

We were there to attend Angeliki's graduation at Marjon University and she had organised everything beautifully. Our b&b accommodation at the  Three Crowns bar was perfect  with this lovely view of the harbour 

                                               

We needed some sustenance beforehand and, instead  of the local Devon cream tea, we went for the  Cornish Pastie - well, we were  on the borders of the two counties. A semi-circular short crust pastry pie, usually filled with meat and potatoes, it has a thick bevelled crust all around for ease in holding. Tradition says this was the food carried to work by the Cornish tin-miners.  

First the gown, hood and cap had to be picked up and here she is titivating a little before going to the venue, St Andrew's Church.

 And here The Master's - with distinction !! - is being conferred on her by the Vice-Chancellor. Isn't the University officials' rich regalia  impressive? 

 When it came to  shooting Angeliki , her fellow course-members and their tutor, I wanted  to show off the hoods, shaped according to the university with colours  dependent on the faculty department. It's interesting to see that the graduates wear the traditional mortarboard - the square board attached to a skull cap, while their tutor wears the doctoral soft-crowned, round-brimmed Tudor bonnet. Incidentally, since there are now so many universities in Britain, with each one selecting designs and colours for their academicals, in 2001 the Groves classification was  introduced whereby details for each uni are identified by a code of letters and numbers.

                                               

Christina, a friend, currently a doctoral candidate and tutor at the University of Lancashire, came down to share in the celebrations, bringing a beautiful bouquet. 

 

Her family run the award-winning  Greek restaurant, Greekouzina, in Preston and we were delighted they came to join us.  

 

The local gin distillery with restaurant seemed the ideal venue for our celebratory meal. 

Good food, great company and high spirits - a really memorable evening !