Graffiti no gracias.

Today we revisited Lithica, a visual delight surrounded by flourishing local shrubs and fruit trees. The purpose of the trip was to accompany J, a lovely lady who lost her husband recently, and wanted a nice place to scatter his ashes. He had visited the island many times and wanted to show her this place - and now he has. He now rests at the base of an ancient olive tree in a shady grove, where in time and with some rain he will become part of the tree. I'd like to end my days that way, though in the very special place of my birth in the UK. RIP, Tim.