We walked the 220 odd steps down to the port at Oia (only to have to face going back up them drunk).

At the bottom it was time for refreshment and the chance to pick our very own lobster from the tank, taken kicking and screaming into the kitchen, did we carnivores feel guilty, put it this way does the tax man feel guilty taking our hard earned? nah.

This was Mrs Foggs first experience of a full lobster complete with shell crackers, yum was the response. The restaurant even gave us a free beer and desert, considering the lobster was 89euro a kilo, I should coco!

And then the hike back up, nothing compared to the Grand Canyon, but steep nonetheless. We even saw a topless beach down there (needless to say I needed to look at the scenery!). On the way back up we listened to some typical yanks proclaiming that there must be a bus to catch back up since no one would be expected to climb that distance on foot. Oh America we salute you.

The saying goes weathers nice wish you were here, but quite frankly we are enjoying ourselves so much we have thought of nothing but food, drink and each other.

It has been a fantastic few days so far, 24degrees, sunshine and fantastic relaxation. Today we took the scarey bus from Oia to Thira to womble round there and take the cable car to the old port, a very nice day indeed.

Tomorrow we are contemplating hiring a quad bike, ahhh scarey stuff on Greek roads indeed.

Food has generally been very nice, however Oia has certainly increased it’s prices, £7.50 for a bottle of beer and £23 for a bottle of wine in some places, rising to £35. OUCH!!!! Ah the Euro and tourism. Americans are now here in their droves on holiday (it is so funny to watch).

So we have 3 days left until we fly home and then it is the long slog to Christmas, but at least we can introduce Spike to his new home next week.

Off for more food and drink now.

Well we made it after arriving at checkin 1hr 40 mins too early (much to the annoyance of the checkin staff), a dodgy breaky at Frankie and Bennies and a terribly tiny seating layout on the plane. But then we did have a bottle of the fizzy water so all was well.

After arriving at Santorini 30 mins later than expected, our poor driver had waited an hour. At the Marizan Studios, Yannis greeted us and even offered to drive us to a seafood restaurant, really nice man. The private cave is down 69 uneven steps (checkout our calves when we return) and is very private and totally amazing. Hats off again to Mrs Fogg and Tripadvisor for this one, wow.

Oh yes Santorini here we comes. Me and the Mrs will be jetting off very shortly on a short. Luggage packed, check, moved house (again), check, been to Ireland, check. Then we is all set.

Mrs Foggy has found a beautiful hotel in Oia (pronounced Eeaa), the Marrizan studio which is a hotel built into the rock (well here’s hoping it’s nice anyhoo). Don’t really matter cos there will be too young lovers (yes young still covers me) enjoying, sun, sea, relaxation and each other.

See y’all soon

Well hello all.

We are now moved, still lots of unpacking to do, but we are in and yesterday we met the neighbours, real quiet lot really, not many late night (g)raves.

This is a very quiet area, dead quiet at times. We have Lorna’s favourite owls, the Teet and lots of deer as well.

Give us a few weeks and we will be completely sorted (kitchen, utility and living living room) and ready to have some good friends over.

And there you have it, 2 years to the day since Mrs Fogg and I moved into the little ole chestnut, we are leaving this quiet village.

As we always do, lets do the roll of honour, since leaving idyllic Tyddyn, we have:

– Once to St.Lucia
– The Folks Tour of the US
– 2 Christmas’
– Some dirty weekends Away
– Mrs Fogg started Yoga (love them moves, whoo yaa)
– Probably in excess of 30 bottles of the fizzy
– Another new bed (we broke the old one, hee hee)
– Visits from some good friends
– Mr Fogg managed 3 jobs, one for over a year
– 1 sexy scooter called sasha
– 1 hogg wannabe called Zed
– Oodles of currys
– Plenty of fun

So me ole Chestnut, tonight we bid you tatty bye and wish ya well.

Onwards and ever upwards, next stop the light to find your way, who knows it may yet guide us to something yet to be sought?

Hope to see you all there soon

Well the weekend is over, and Mrs Fogg and I have had a really nice relaxing break visiting the folks in Ireland. Any visit to Ireland would not be complete without a few Guinness and copious amounts of booze.

The inlaws took us to visit a little placed called Cong, which Mrs Foggy was all excited about because apparently John Wayne filmed the Quiet Man there in 1951.

It has been a fantastic break, lots of rest before the hectic week that is the house move, begins.

Thanks for a really nice time and see you in October.

Well Mrs Foggy and me decided to take a short break over to see the folks in oirland. It has been a long few weeks and the next couple will be even more hectic, moving house, lots of work and then a wonderful break in Santorini.

So in traditional style here is Mrs Foggy with her fave tipple a nice chilled glass of poo, getting the liver ready for a bashing at the foggies house.

Well a wonderful summers eve on August and it looks like one of the last ones here at ole Chestnut Cottage. Fingers crossed we will be moving more rural (well providing the estate agents and lanlords can sort their acts out.

So me and Mrs Foggy do what only we can do, have a BBQ and get hammered. As you can see Mrs Foggy will actually lick out the inside of a champagne bottle if there is the slightest residue of alcohol in existance there.

So hats off to 2 years at Chestnut and potentially even more at Beacon.

Life we love ya!!