The cypress-trees undulated gently in the breeze, as if they were busily painting the sky a still brighter blue for our arrival.
These photos were taken from our hotel balcony where we stayed in Corfu. Seeing this view every morning was perfect and I am yearning to be back there now, eating peaches and figs with baklava every morning. I even miss the roosters that woke me up everyday at 6am.
I haven't had the film developed from our trip yet and these are the only digital images I took. This is the third time I have visited the island (my Dad is Greek so the country has always been a popular choice for holidays) and every time I am there it always has the power to amaze me. I am not a beach person and big holiday resorts are not my thing but the Corfu countryside, that of Gerald Durrell and Edward Lear, was what I loved the most. Tiny towns existing on the faces of mountains, cypress tree studded valleys and more than two million olive trees (that's right!).
I could gush about this little island for hours but I will end this post as I started with a quote from My Family and Other Animals, the magical ode to Corfu by Gerald Durrell, that says it all better than I ever could:
Gradually the magic of the island settled over us as gently and clingingly as pollen. Each day had a tranquillity, a timelessness, about it so that you wished it would never end. But then the dark skin of night would peel off and there would be a fresh day waiting for us, glossy and colourful as a child's transfer and with the same tinge of unreality.