It's another hot afternoon in the Symi Visitor office. Sitting on top of a gyros bar doesn't help. The island is so dry it rustles in the arid breezes. Leaves are starting to fall. Laundry is dried to a crisp within hours.
Cats slumber in every shady corner and even the lizards are avoiding the hot spots.
The green of the vines is turning ochre as the grapes fatten and the bees gather round any spilled water like wildebeest at a watering hole. All the doors and shutters that jambed during the winter now blow open in the slightest wind. The high pressure system dominating the area has had a marked effect on the water level in the harbour which is low enough for a band of green weed to be visible all the way round the margin. Close inspection reveals tiny crabs scuttling through a minute jungle newly exposed under the bridge. The cats are too hot and laid back to care.