Spring the colors of nature in their majesty,
the Sun trying to make its presence visible through the clouds.

I crossed a narrow earthen strip of land, surrounded by swamps
and melodies from the chirping of birds caressing my ears.
The beavers, terrified to hear footsteps, dived into the swamp.
Herons were looking at the strange visitor who disturbed their silence even for a while.

Sitting carelessly in a chair from a distance, an elderly shepherd was fading away.

I approached, he looked at me scoutingly but with a smile he winks at me.
I am looking for a beach to the left of them I ask is there a path that leads to the shore?

if you lift the bird (Drone) You will find it easily, we used to call it “Shadow”(ghost)
because it has many caves around and steep cliffs and immediately got up from his chair to greet me.

Passing an imaginary path covered with ferns and foliage after half an hour
I found myself on a glade that led to the edge of the coast.

The first impression was that on this beach centuries ago it might have been a pirate anchorage,
rocks and caves combined with the swamp behind me, they created a suitable shelter
if one considers that 300 years ago the swamp covered almost the entire area.

Serenity prevailed, the cliff in front of me, gave the final touch
to this wild but at the same time, beautiful place taken from a novel by Jules Verne.

Text by Lazaros Tsatsos

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