On the last afternoon on the beach near Agios
Stefanos before the flight home there was nobody around except Boo, Bev and me.
The sea was as calm as a millpond and the soft contours of the Islands opposite
rose up out of the sea. The little boat swayed gently in the swell and there was
no sound other than the lapping of the water against its side. As the sun started
to set the warmth dropped and we decided to go for a stroll.
A flock of seabirds flew in
from across Kamari Bay and on mass dipped into the sea. Again and again they dove
down and vanished into the water after a shoal of fish. I’d never seen anything
like it before. As we strolled along past the ruins towards Club Med a black sea urchin seemed to have lost its way lying on the shoreline while others clung to the rocks around the ruins.
A red damselfly basked on a piece of driftwood
on the beach a strange place to see such a delicate creature.
We stepped out
towards the rock pools and a small crab disappeared hurriedly into the sand, we
almost missed it as its camouflage matched the sand so well. Hugging the rocky
shoreline a long green and black striped fish swam in a small shoal. They had
trumpet like faces, unlike eels. Earlier in the day the fishermen were
benefitting from an abundance of sea bream as they swam close to the walls
along the front in the bay.
We’d driven down to Paradise in the morning as
the last of the sunbeds were removed until next summer and the Goats spread out
across the road taking full advantage of an empty beach and no cars other than
mine.
Back up to the apartment to pack and the Black
and Grey Rooks helped themselves to Lucy’s dog food and water bowl. As the
season was ending it was clear that the wildlife was ready to take back their
home.