An Adventurers Tale: Lazy bones.

I can't remember a trip away in the last 20 years that has been as sedate as this. But to be honest it is just what we needed and I am unashamed in saying we are loving it. Normally it's 2 days maximum in any one place before waltzing to matildas to pastures new. Here we are settled into a fantastic, quiet, remote villa with everything we need. It's like being at home with all the comforts but in the sunshine.

The past couple of days have been mostly quiet. We did take a drive to Limassol to have a look around. To be honest there is not a lot there to interest us. A large, modern city and port surrounding a quaint " older town centre. Nothing older than circa 1500 and then only a tiny fort built on the site of a 12th century castle. Interestingly Richard the Lionheart married Berengaria of Navarre here in 1191 after his invasion and conquest of Cyprus in the same year. Richard is an interesting chap. Portrayed as a big toughy warrior type of guy. History records him as being a good military leader and a fearless warrior. A lesser know fact is that Richard was very fond of ladies clothes. He would regularly slip into "something a little more comfortable" whilst on campaign. There was even talk that he had a "special" friendship with his German male Cousin. Which is fine. Whatever flicks your switch is fine by me. Not so sure Berengaria would have been so pleased with this arrangement though.

Richards liking for a nice dress was ultimately the cause of his demise. On his way home to England through Austria he laid beige to a small castle. To free some friends who had been taken prisoner there. After a long day's work laying siege he popped on a little lacy number and had a stroll around the camp. A young guy with a frying pan was on the top of the castle casually knocking the English arrows fired up at him by the archers away with his cooking utensil. The arrows had lost their force by the time they reached him.

He spotted a big burly bearded guy in a frock and knew it to be King Richard. He must have stood out from the crowd for some reason. With a single shot from his crossbow he hit Richard in the shoulder. The wound wasn't life threatening but the subsequent infection was. He Died a few days later. I'm not sure if he was still in his frock.

That's my version of the story anyway and if it didn't happen exactly like that then it should have.

Yesterday was a pool day. Very lazy. After lunch we did a 6km walk in the pafos forest to the Argaka Dam. I say forest as it was until 2016 when forest fires destroyed mass tracts of it. It was interesting, a nice walk and got Crispys old bones moving. I thought it would be hard to pry her from the sunbed but the promise of a bottle of pop and packet of crisps persuaded her. It never fails.