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Methoni seafront this morning; storm damage after Friday's gales  Last Friday afternoon on-shore gales lashed the coasts here causing a great deal of damage to seaside promenades. One Methoni beach taverna, its roof supports smashed and broken during the storm, is presently no more than a very distressed roof on what remains of the remains of the beach. *Twelfth Night ii. iv. 103 |
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There appear to be two Methoni's in Greece (at least) and I think the bigger one is the wrong one, from your point of view. You are the south-west coast one, yes? With the causeway to a fort-like structure? Not the one near Thessaloniki?
Correct. I live here deep down in old Greece, not the comparatively recently added bit of Macedonia or wherever far away in the chilly north.
I have used my location as my address on my blog profile. If you go to it on Google Earth you will see both my house and the two yurts in which my recently erstwhile neighbour, Linda, lived for the previous five years.
Also clear is the unfinished edifice which my late chum and would be neighbour, Greg - a septuagenarian Greek-American, began to build but which destiny decided would be his monument.
For some reason puting your coordinates into Googlemaps informed me you lived in the ocean some miles off Methoni John (or is it Merlin?); but then GoogleEarth took me right to the correct location on that nice little road or track, I think. So now I just need to pass these coordinates to cruise missile control and all your troubles will be over. (No need to say thanks).
Missile Control, have I believe, bigger fish than me to fry. My congratulations to you H.I., you have discounted Poseidon and cleared the first hurdle; my Eagle's Nest is exposed. That though is the easy part, finding me will not be so easy. Talking of which I said goodbye on Saturday to a friend of mine who is leaving for the UK where her family history researches will take her to Perthshire, to a small village; Dunning. Heard of it? Small world eh? "Round like a circle in a spiral....."
Interesting John. Dunning is a nice place but there are a few doubtful characters around that are best avoided... Like anywhere else, I suppose. But if he or she cries out "I am friend of John Foster!" then she may be spared.
By Venus H.I., it is unlikely that any woman, except perhaps one actively seeking notoriety, would so much as whisper, let alone 'cry out' that they are or have ever been a friend of mine!
i like this photo!
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