Diary Entry (mid July)
Old 'war wound' playing up. Damned horse. Hasn't bothered me some time. Probably all the walking. Not used to it. Maybe hire bike. Wonder if motorbike in garden can be resurrected? Visited chemist. Offered painkillers. Must get down to serious writing. Get blasted book finished and go home.
Kenneth set off up the hill, the steep slope he had assumed led to higher ground on his first visit to the monastery. But he was not on his way to the Prophet Elias as recommended on the Classical Tour. He was on a more personal mission. The previous day Mrs Eleni had noticed the limp. She had pointed, raised her eyebrows and inclined her head to one side. In answer to her question he had, feeling rather foolish, mimed riding a horse, even giving a quiet abashed neigh. He was th
