I’m not keen on walking but I do love it when, like today, I find a deserted house. This is the ghird year I’ve found one, making us think that when people die here, their houses are left intact and often open go the elements. And exploring tourists.

Todays find was a bit of an assault course to get into…I had to lift Mum into it. Here are some photos of the rooms, the photos left behind and a book I found full of Greek handwriting and the odd Christmas card.  I hope the previous owner didn’t mind us taking a look. Hopefully they just appreciated being thought of. :o)