We went to watch this years burning of the May day wreaths and the maidens pretending to dream of their future amore mio in a centuries old greek pagan rite.
Grandaughters were taking part in the enactment of the dream-time
Ye olde greek maidens in strappy t-shirts. It was a hot summer night. They are carrying clay water jugs by the way.
They go to the well in silence, pour water into a clay pot, add a personal item and go to sleep to dream of lovers/husbands/partners. Sleeping maidens got the giggles.
At daylight maidens arise and open the clay pot with the water and their rings/clips/bracelts. As each goes to retrieve her personal object a funny and sometimes rude verse is read out ot them
as having oranges for breasts and tomatoes between their legs
with breasts like melons, dark eyes and the waist of a wasp
no-one will want to marry you, you're like a two legged camel
As a storm breaks out and octopuses come ashore
then you will get married with your crooked legs
You're as tall as a cyprus tree
girl next-door, I'll take you
The bawdier the better. The old crones were cackling
And then the fire was lit and everyone, especially small boys jumped the flames. Grandson with one of those haircuts where long hair on the top falls over his face wore a cap so as not to singe his locks but one of the girls with long hair got hers sizzled
This is where the fire has died down. The flames grew higher and higher to the small boys' delight
Last night I was watching Joanna Lumley on her greek odyssey. She attended this festivity in northern Greece and nimbly jumped the fire
Next evening grandaughters took part in a dance evening
Here they are doing a bit of Bollywood.
Oldest grandaughter is quite grown up now. Sniff sniff says her mother, her little girl is no longer so little. Here she is dancing a tango
Some of the summer festivities which take place on the island. The dancing was supposed to place in an outdoor amphitheatre but we were in the middle of storm Nefeli and had a night of torrential rain