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Snow on Hydra is rare, but this year we've had more than I've experienced in twenty years, and if you don't mind hiking up the hills, enough has settled to enable a respectable snowball fight.
Happily for me, because I'm not too fond of the reality of snow, my more enthusiastic Daughter and Grandson had no qualms at hiking up Mount Eros this morning to build a snowman.
Watch out Harriet, incoming snowball about to be launched at you!
Hydra's summer visitors are always shocked to see cold, wet and very overcast photos and forget that the island does have a winter. It's not boiling sunshine and clear blue skies all year!
This year after record summer temperatures, the pendulum has swung more extremely. We're suffering through chillier weather on some days than my Mother in the UK has had to put up with.
Today, I am watching the Eucalyptus trees dancing a jig in the wind that's swirling freezing rain in gusts that blow from every direction, making it impossible to use an umbrella. The sky has been replaced with a thick, duvet-like covering that threatens to dump more white stuff soon.
Being so close to the sea means that the snow hasn't settled in the town and harbour. Instead, anyone who has to go out, is treated to stinging rain and slippery roads. But like Harriet and Anastasis, I am sure a few other lunatics are prepared to brave the elements and venture up the hills in pursuit of fun, pink faces and numb toes. Rather them than me!