Safe Return Doubtful

From the chapel at the top of the mountain it is said that your prayers can be heard more clearly. Though that might not have been the case today. Up at almost 1400 metres the weather was what one might expect in the hills of the UK, windy, with squally showers blowing across frequently.

The forecast was only for it to deteriorate, so we were out at just after 9, with the aim to get to the chapel at the top of the relatively small peak of Fouskes.

It’s set to be wet and windy for the weekend, so on return to the van we descended to the village of Katarraktis and found a sheltered stopover place at the monastery just out of town.

In the early evening we walked the kilometre or so into the village and had a couple of beers at the bar. I was here a couple of days ago for a coffee, and was made very welcome. The same tonight. The beers accompanied by Spanish style tapas, a pasta bake, and some chicken. The three or four locals gathered for an early one all agreed it was the first signs of winter outside.