Lost in the plot - a tale of two Spiros

The weather has been wet for the past couple of weeks. Not cold in the slightest, but greyish and rather dismal, so we have had to abandon most of our plans for visiting plots of land and houses for sale - there's not much point in a photograph of gloomy skies trying to advertise the joys of living in Corfu!

I had been having phone calls on a regular basis from "Spiros" with land for sale - so that when my husband answered the telephone the other day and took a message from "Spiros" I thought I knew who I was meeting and which bit of land I was going to look at.

However, as husband recounted the conversation which began with the caller introducing himself as "Spiros" and husband replying "Which Spiros of the many in Corfu?" and being given some pointers as to which Spiros indeed was trying to make contact, it gradually dawned on me that the Spiros in question was not the one I had thought I was going to meet. I'm sure that the original phone contact was with a Spiros from Kassiopi, but I have absolutely no idea at what point during the many phone calls that Spiros No.1 became Spiros No.2. (If there is a Spiros from Kassiopi reading this blog, please do phone again, because I have just been to see someone else's plot of land!)

As this is the second time I have got my Spiros' mixed up, this is going to take some living down.

Which leads me to the next part of the tale. We managed to dodge the raindrops on Friday morning and drove with Spiros No.2 to his land somewhere between Skripero and Paleokastritsa. I've written before about how difficult it is to locate plots of land. This time, being with the owner, we found the plot but almost got lost in it!

I wonder how many estate agents would have scrambled through the undergrowth as Sarah and I did? At one point Sarah grabbed the camera and took the attached photo as evidence of what we get up to on an ordinary working day. We had, at this point, already been pushing our way through brambles, climbing slopes and counting Spiros' olive trees for almost half an hour. If you have seen "The Blair Witch Project" you will instantly be able to imagine the atmsophere. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, Sarah hasn't seen it, so I suffered alone. (This has to be the most scary film of all time).

If anyone wants to buy in the region of 30,000 square metres of (almost) unexplored, off-the-beaten-track Corfiot olive grove, please do get in touch with Corfuhomefinders. A snip at 250,000 euros! Not all of it is overgrown - honestly.
Susan