APAPS 22.4: Ο Αριστοτέλης αντεπιτίθεται or Aristotle Strikes Back.

 If you are wondering why part of the title of this week´s  Blog is in Greek, it is because Yves, thoroughly fed up to the teeth with being referred to as Aristotle, decided to reply to the announcement of the week´s walk with this cryptic message:-

“Ο Αριστοτέλης με λύπη του δηλώνει ότι δεν θα μπορέσει να συμμετάσχει στο περπάτημα ή στο πρωινό της Τετάρτης...”

which, as you can image, had me puzzled for considerably more than a few seconds because it was not exactly the classical type of Greek that I had learned at school. Times do indeed change, but eventually I got there.

"Aristotle regretfully announces that he will not be able to participate in Wednesday's walk or breakfast."

I had thought giving this Blog the title of:-

“Αλλά ο Αριστοτέλης δεν ήταν εκεί”

(But Aristotle´s not there) on the lines of T S Eliot´s poem Macavity: The Mystery Cat.

Macavity’s a Mystery Cat: he’s called the Hidden Paw—
For he’s the master criminal who can defy the Law.
He’s the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad’s despair:
For when they reach the scene of crime—Macavity’s not there!

Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity,
He’s broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare,
And when you reach the scene of crime—Macavity’s not there!
You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air—
But I tell you once and once again, Macavity’s not there!

But, since Yves had committed no actual crime by declining to attend, that was not quite appropriate.

Anyway to the walk. Numbers had looked like being quite low, but then we were joined by two identically named Chris Murphys, so in the end we were a quite reasonable eight.

The Starters

Chris Murphy, Chris Murphy (partly hidden behind Dina´s souvenir hat), Dina, Myriam, Maria, Hazel, Becky, TerryA and JohnH.

(Contrary to rumours, Terry has not had a nasty accident.)

A year or or so ago, we had seen some workman make a start on this wall. Now it encloses quite a substantial area. What for, we don´t yet know.

When the ladies looked at this field, they burst into song "Strawberry Fields Forever," or at least tried to.

Then we visited the Old Oak Tree.

A little further on, we came across the pair of Nike Airs once again , still unclaimed after a couple of months. Grab them while you can.

and the Chinese shipping container, still unclaimed or not yet converted into living accommodation

We don´t know how it found its way into that field which is the same field that back in July 2020 had been occupied by a friendly donkey.

On the main drag, Silves Camera had attempted to deal with some pot holes; some might prefer the pot holes to the remedy.

Dina and Myriam embraced a tree, and Chris  - Oh Lucky Man - found himself surrounded by the ladies

On the way back to base, we had to run the gauntlet of some ferocious dogs

and Maria, of course, met an old friend on the way and had a chat.

A useful new short cut in Caravela.

Dina´s Track and Statistics.

Breakfast Statistics: 14 eggs.

A special white omelette - no yolking.

First breakfast at café martins under its new management. Not bad, but a bit stingy with the bacon and toast, in my view.. Feed back please, if that´s the correct phrase in this context. 

Myriam challenged us to name the eggs. Spot the seventh one.

Did anyone win? I don´t know.

Strawberry Fields to close

Not particularly tuneful, and the Beatles at their most self-indulgent.

We need some Greek music to liven things up.

Strose to stroma sou , or Στρώσε το στρώμα σου.