“Do they have gardens, Sallyann?” asked my mother.

“Do they have gardens, Sallyann?” asked my mother.

There may not be manicured lawns and neat herbaceous borders but as I wander round Kefalos in and out of the higgledy arrangement of houses I’ll come across Bougainvillea festooned balconies, hanging baskets of geraniums. Morning Glory tumbling out through rock crevices, clinging to old stone walls. Stair wells of brightly coloured flowers growing out of ceramic and terracotta pots or indeed anything available such as old cans, plastic pots. Grape vines intertwine and small citrus fruit trees nudge up against washing lines and old porches. Hints of Jasmine and Honeysuckle waft in the air as you pass by someone’s small private world of plants. The houses in the Village centre are so close together that it’s a joy to see these hints and accents of colour bursting out at you.

Further out from the centre you’ll see allotment type plots, of fruit and vegetables. Tomatoes growing low to the ground, on earth you can’t imagine would ever sustain growth back in the UK. This is where you’ll see neat lines of aubergines, courgettes, cucumber , melons, leeks, onions and all manner of other things because in between the rows they have cleverly woven a network of irrigation channels ,hoses set for optimum water supply when it’s needed. Walk along the back roads in Kamari Bay back from the main tourist track and these gardens fill the spaces in between Hotels and Apartments. Chickens scrabble around scraping at the ground for food. I just love seeing everyday life going on as the tourists wander round and about.