Familial wafflings. Chapter 1, Paragraph NIL.
In the summer of 1966, my mum was a newly qualified teacher. She’d studied both Greek and Latin before she went to university and…Anyway, we’ll get that. Specifically we’ll get back to that when I have spoken to my mum. I think I know but might as well ask her and find out eh? Back to it, she and my granny had travelled down to Victoria Coach station. Mum was joining a holiday group going overland to Greece, my granny was continuing on to Lymington to stay with my great aunt. The diver of the minibus mum was travelling to Greece in, one of two, didn’t know this. He saw an attractive young woman, happy days!, accompanied by her mum. Oh. And that’s how my parents met. They got to know each other on the drive to Greece, and dad asked my if she’d like to go for a walk with him. The walked from Kostas Babistas’ restaurant in Kastraki up to the rocks of Meteora. Another one to check but I think it was a gravel track at the time. There would have been no cars, coaches, sunset minibus to...