Corfu, My Family and Other Disasters – Sunburn

Kalami Corfu

“Other countries may offer you discoveries in manners or lore or landscape; Greece offers you something more – the discovery of yourself”  – Lawrence Durrell – ‘Prospero’s Cell’

We had chosen to stay at the village of Kalami, north of Corfu Town where the English author Lawrence Durrell once lived so I thought it appropriate preparation for the holiday to read some of his work and also that of his brother Gerald ( ‘My Family and Other Animals’) and also Henry Miller who wrote about his stay on the island in 1939 in ‘The Colossus of Maroussi’.

They had nothing but good things to say about this place and at this moment as I stepped out of the room if someone had tapped me on the shoulder and asked me to pay a bit extra for this view I would gladly have done so.  Laid out in front of me was the silvery blush of olive trees, a cornflower blue sea, the smoky lifeless hills of Albania set against a chorus of cicadas chattering in the twisted branches of the black olive trees and the cracking of seed pods in the early morning heat of the sun, red and ochre tiled roofs like the colour of the soil, soaring ragged cypress trees, stony white pebbled beaches.

If I were an artist I would have immediately got out my easel and palette, if I was a poet I would have reached for my pencil and notebook.  It was breathtaking, it was wonderful, I was glad to be here again.  It gets my vote in a poll of best holiday views ever!

Would the Durrell’s recognise this even after eighty years or so?  Yes I think they would, even though it is a holiday resort it is nicely understated, no commercialism, no silly beach attractions, good traditional tavernas and views of ravishing unspoilt beauty.  Lawrence himself might even recognise the White House although it has been restored of course because during the Second-World-War the Germans saw fit to bomb it for some totally pointless reason.

The children didn’t notice any of  this as they made their way to the sea past grand villas with rusting iron balconies, peeling stucco and creaking fading plaster once certainly crimson but now bleached and faded to pastel pink by the relentless and unforgiving summer weather.  It reminded of an observation from Durrell – ‘Corfu is All Venetian Blue and Gold – and utterly spoiled by the Sun’.

Kalami Corfu

Through the narrow alleyways dainty butterflies were dancing, swallows were swooping in and out and nervous crickets were jumping as we alarmed them with our noisy approach until we walked through a taverna with green check tablecloths and onto a white pebble beach with a gentian blue sea and a daffodil yellow sun scattering diamond dust on the dazzling surface of the water.

On the beach our feet crunched through fine shingle and clattered over polished pebbles as we walked past people sunbathing and whose length of stay could be assessed by the extent of their suntan.  We walked past people displaying various shades of bronze depending on how long they had been here lounging in the sun. From deathly white (arrived yesterday) and then like walking through a Dulux paint chart through the full colour spectrum to tango orange (been here for quite some while).

Now, I’m not much of a beach person I have to confess but with three small children to amuse I had reconciled myself to the prospect of long days of hard work but here was a place to be by the seashore listening to the sound of the sea frolicking at the water’s edge, teasing the shingle and constantly rearranging the pebbles and although I wasn’t absolutely looking forward to spending more time on a beach in a single day than I would normally do in a fortnight as I looked out over the picturesque bay I thought that it really might not be that bad after all.

Boats were gently swaying in the whispering breeze and resting on a multi coloured sea which was butter milk cream over the wave polished stones, vivid blue over the butterscotch sand and imperial purple over the swaying weed and all I needed was a Mythos to make this moment perfect so when everyone was settled I made my way to a nearby beach bar and made the essential purchase that would make the moment absolutely wonderful!

As I suspected it was a long stay at the beach as the children made friends and played in the water and at the shoreline but that provided an opportunity for a late lunch of Greek specialities consisting of deep fried courgettes, spinach pie and taramasalata and a another Mythos as the sunbeams danced on the water and the rasping shrill song of the agitated cicadas reached a mid afternoon crescendo.

After everyone had tired of the beach we collected our belongings and took the short walk back to the apartments stopping for a while on the way to do more swimming but this time in the hotel complex pool and after an hour or so we returned to the room.

From the balcony the view was, if possible, even more magnificent, the green sweeping hills, the sea in its multi coloured splendour and the bleached beach, a crescent of sparkling shingle, decorated with white umbrellas like scallop shells each sheltering a pale creature who had come here in search of the sun but now retreating from its remorseless intensity.  I surveyed the screensaver view over and over again and even after only a few hours of being here I was happy to declare it to be one of the best places that I have ever chosen to stay.

There were to be no sunset pictures here though because our view was to the east and eventually the sun began to slide away behind Mount Pantokrator to the west which at over nine-hundred metres is the highest mountain on the island and gradually the day slipped through twilight and dusk.  The day visitors packed their belongings and left as darkness descended, the raucous chant of the cicadas was replaced by the spooky whistles of the Scops Owls and the twinkling lights of the sea front tavernas began to illuminate the edge of the beach inviting diners to drop by like candles attracting moths.

As I looked across to the White House I imagined Lawrence Durrell sitting on his balcony and enjoying exactly the same view while searching for literary inspiration and discovering himself.

My end of day assessment was that everything had gone very well indeed and then as I prepared for bed I saw the sunburn for the first time – I had spent far longer than normal on the beach and in the sea and despite the factor fifty sun protection parts of my body were turning a shade of crimson only normally associated with a nuclear accident – I was in for an uncomfortable night!

Kalami Corfu Greece

18 responses to “Corfu, My Family and Other Disasters – Sunburn

  1. Another location to add to the bucket list with a note for frequent sun screen application to avoid nuclear accident. Hilarious!


  2. When I go back to Greece again, I have to go to Corfu! It is one of my dream destinations.


  3. I used factor 50 for the first time this year (I’d always used 30 before) and the only parts of me to burn were my toes. Hope you recovered…


  4. I’m not a beach bunny but this sounds like a perfect way to spend a glorious day in Corfu! If I ever get the chance, I’ll make a point to remember the high risk of ‘nuclear disaster’ 😉


  5. I can’t wait to pack my bags. I always thought Greece was enchanting colors and delicious smell of sea and food, but this post brings it to such vivid life, I want to go there. Now. 😛


  6. You bring the whole place beautifully to life with your descriptions.


  7. Oh no, I hope that sunburn does not cause too many problems, Andrew. I’ve been there and got the t-shirt as the saying goes. Being fair skinned, the sun and I are not the best of friends.


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