Summer in Crete

The following is not from the last section of the book, however, it is the last section I will be sharing with you. (Sad face).

Today is also your last chance to pre-order a signed & delivered copy directly from me. After this, if you’ve enjoyed these tales so far, you’ll have to read Soul Shaping Tails for yourself. And I hope you do. 🙂

Dig in.

I’ve long forgotten Dimitris’ father’s name, but he was warmly weathered in all the ways that men who raise children and crops, curate vineyards and orchards, and work hard in the fields all their life grow old to be. He was kind. He spoke no English, but his smiling eyes and calm demeanour were enough. He grinned proudly under the brim of his flat cap as he drove us in his old rickety truck through mountain roads, chatting in Greek to his son along the way.

Passing through acres of picturesque hills, we seemed to move through time, back to how the old country must have felt decades or centuries ago. The roads wound higher and higher, rising above dry valleys sketched and carved by borders of olive grove after olive grove and vineyard after vineyard. The sky was one of the bluest I’d ever seen, and the day was again blazing hot, but the sparkling sea was just in sight, peek-a-boo-ing between the hills from the east as we drove further inland.