So I think I will leap ahead to 1979 nostalgia. A good reason for this is that it’s foggy with depositing ice outside, so why not a change of hue.
Having spent the earlier part of the year in London town [plenty of fog there too, ever walked down Wapping high street pre gentrification on a foggy night, scary boy] I headed for Greece late February.
After brief sojourns in Athens and Corfu a jumped on a ferry for Gaios on Paxos. I left Paxos about eight months later [with many invitations to return, never have though].
Having spent the earlier part of the year in London town [plenty of fog there too, ever walked down Wapping high street pre gentrification on a foggy night, scary boy] I headed for Greece late February.
After brief sojourns in Athens and Corfu a jumped on a ferry for Gaios on Paxos. I left Paxos about eight months later [with many invitations to return, never have though].
It was a hard slog all those months, long forced marches into the olive tree clad hills. 1
Sustenance deprivation. 2
Long lonely hours on guard duty. 3
Sustenance deprivation. 2
Long lonely hours on guard duty. 3
Risking life n limb in treacherous seas.
Yes sir, it had a strong physical and physiological effect sure.
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