Here are a few excerpts from Beatrice’s book:-
‘My name is Beatrice, and I fell in love not with a gorgeous Greek but with a gorgeous Greek island. My tale unfolds around the village of Fiskardo on the Ionian island of Kefalonia. It tells how tingling excitement of first love took root and blossomed
‘We approached the island at daybreak on a hot morning, the air still humid after a thunderstorm. Even today, I can feel myself engulfed in that warm, damp air swirling around me, clinging as strongly now as it did all those years ago. The pink oleander blossoms stood out above their dark green leaves polished by this welcome drink unexpected in high summer.
‘We looked up at the elegant stone residences, three four storeys high, left by Venetian merchants who had occupied the island from 1500 to 1797, these houses lined the stone walled quay in a half circle, giving the impression that they were growing up from the sea
‘An envelope fluttered through the letterbox containing five leaves plucked from the ancient olive tree under which we would finally park our caravan. These leaves became a symbol of hope like the leaf that the dove brought back to Noah
‘First we needed water: second we needed a road in to the site. We were determined to live up the hill to enjoy the views all round and avoid the noise and dust from the road below. Local people thought we were crazy to want to build so high up.
‘Kostas the builder’s initial disapproval of our mad eccentricity evaporated and he even went so far as to take some of the credit. Wrought iron railings and vine covered pergolas were added and all became happily integrated into the hillside as we had intended. These terraces gradually developed a life of their own, a day life and a night life. By day they were sun baked, twittering with thirsty blue tits drinking juice from ripe grapes, humming with bees enjoying nectar from red and pink geraniums, by night the silence was broken by nightingales, owls, cats and fisherman’.