Chapter Seven
As February melted into March, the winter winds breathed their last and any of the local wildlife that had survived the hunting season lived to flee another day. Once again, calm was restored and the hills around Dromos reverberated with the sound of birdsong, bleating goats and the gentle hiss of blunt-nosed vipers lurking in the long grass.
For the majority of residents, spring was the most welcome of the four seasons. But while the Cypriots marked the occasion with ten days of carnival followed by preparations for Lent, the expats emerged from their homes like prisoners blinking in the sunshine, albeit prisoners in bathing suits hooking a towel under one arm and a copy of the Daily Mail under the other. They then spent as many of their days as was physically possible poo
