Amanda was telling me the story of the Owl and the Pussycat on a hot cicada droning afternoon and that night we went to the Anidri Cafe and sat under the huge ancient Olive... there was a cat clawing its way up the trunk to get to a cheeky owl that had decided to play cat and mouse. An odd synchronicity... dolmades and retsina all summer at the Anidri Cafe, a quirky boho converted schoolhouse in the village where we lived. My camera fell in the drink...