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thatslikely · 4 years ago

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Mill Boy - F.W.

Mill Boy- Fred Weasley x fem!reader [1800s muggle!au]

warnings: mentions of child labor

word count: 3.4k

a/n: probably part one of a minseries? y/n and fred are about 10-11 in this so part ii could possibly be a timeskip

“Mum, can I go play? Please?” you pleaded, doe eyes shiny and prominent. Your mother, a hard working housewife, was bent over the sturdy kitchen table, dousing dirty dishes in scalding water, preparing them to be piled with the beef warming in the flames of the stove across the airy kitchen.

“Fine, Y/N, just please don’t get your dress dirty. Your father worked hard to afford such a fine cotton. He wouldn’t be pleased to see it ruined, now would he?” You eagerly nodded in agreement, ready to go enjoy the meadows lying across the walls of your humble residence. It was a beautiful spring day, most enticing one yet. Birds fluttered through the lush, brilliant cedar trees, enjoying the tranquil air that comes with the season. Ox-eye daisies dotted the expansive hills, all the way down to the slowly trickling creek.

You slipped your muddied boots over the clean, cotton socks adorning your feet, grabbing your hat to shield your youthful eyes from the golden star above right after. You slipped it over your locks, which were neatly tied into pig-tails with silky, baby pink ribbons Mother bought you for your birthday.

You skipped through the propped back door, little giggles of delight humming through your throat. Any traces of the harsh winter that stormed the land only a few months prior were washed away with the glimmering sunlight, which coerced the wildflowers to bloom from buds to petaled cups of sweetness.

With a smile, you followed a path of vibrant, woolly blue violets, carefully plucking their stems for a nice arrangement to become the perfect centerpiece for dinner. The colour, in your opinion, complimented the pastel pinks of your dress perfectly, filling you with even more glee. How you wished that you could spend all your time out of the confines of buildings, having fun and being free of responsibility.

It was most unladylike to go splashing in the cool water of the stream, and you would surely be scolded for it if you chose to do so. You had attempted to conceal your submersion in the winding brook once before, but the liquidy footprints you left on the floors of your house quickly outed your escapade. Fearing another stern talk, which was not pleasant in the slightest, you simply skipped to its edge, astutely observing its reflective surface with admiration.

The crystalline liquid glossed over smooth stones adorned with moss so peacefully, its pace never wavering, not even for a second. The mere idea of something perpetually in motion, never having to stop and take a break, as you did many times after a long day of running in the fields, chasing butterflies, astounded you.

Everyone had to go to sleep, or stop for a breath every once in a while, right? Scampers, the stray which adored your family’s covered porch, went to bed at odd times, most often at noon. And yet, he still slept. The grocer down the lane kept his shop attended every time you’d visit, but the windows would soon be curtained and dim when the moon came out to rule the seemingly never ending sky.

You prodded the cool creek with your finger, letting the water continue to flow past it unbothered, as if it were nothing but another stray twig. The thirst for answers dripped down from your mind, enveloping your body in a sensation that couldn’t be mended by simply drinking the water. You were amazed, and you had to see more, know more. You followed the bends of the stream, far beyond the view of your house.

Nobody had ever outright stated that you shan’t see where it goes, where the water ends, so naturally you had to discover it yourself. Maybe you’d be met with a secret alcove, your own private pocket of the boundless world. Alternatively, maybe you would stumble across a small house entangled high up in the branches of a tree, and fly up to its entrance like a fairy from a tale recited before bed. Or even, most enticing of all, maybe there was a prince waiting for you where the water ends; a prince who’d sweep you off your feet, offering you a chance to live in a magnificent castle situated in a far away land.

You hummed songs that your frilly-dressed peers would chime in unison during recess, filling the still air. The toes of your boots leaped from one large rock to another, balancing on their flat surfaces like a game of hopscotch.

The soft, sweet humming echoing through his cove from a ways down the creek instantly perked Fred’s curiosity, luring him in like a siren’s song. He halted his stick-poking of the ants inching up the burly trunk of the ancient tree, swinging his gingered-head down, so his vision lay unobscured by the low-hanging branches.

No one ever came to visit Fred when he lay slouched in the safe, knotted branches of his tree; whether it was because his family couldn’t locate him or the fact that they were aware that he needed a break, he didn’t know. Days spent in the mill were painful and excruciatingly long, so during the few spare moments he had to himself, he’d spend it talking to the lush wildlife surrounding him. He’d never be talked over by the weeds or birds, they’d just sit and listen, exactly what he needed.

He nearly fell to the grassy ground trying to find the source of the melodic songs, curious to see who dare disturb the previously hidden Fort Fred. He imagined himself as a skillful militiaman, like his brothers, ready to charge and overtake the enemy, even if the music-maker was nothing near a threat.

Just as he was about to jump down to investigate on his own two feet, the source was finally revealed. An absolutely beautiful girl- a princess, rather, approached the tree. She was dressed in a light pink gown, as if she had just come back from a royal ball. Her singing brought serenity all around, as if she were somehow communicating with the birds and butterflies, allowing them to chirp and flutter along. At the same time, however, her well-loved boots and hat altered her look to something of a daring adventurer, exploring the unknown paths of thicket.

“Hello,” you said angelically, clasping your hands together across your waist. You were completely surprised to meet a companion on your previously solo expedition, and a dashing, amiable one at that.

You’d never seen this particular boy at school before; he seemed different than all your icky male peers. The boys at school would tug on your pigtails during tests, claim you were infested with disgusting germs at recess, and chase you around the yard tauntingly. But this boy’s features resonated nothing but kindness: the crinkles around his eyes from smiling, light orange freckles all across his nose, his shaggy, fiery red hair topped with a patched-up flat cap.

Maybe there was a prince at the end of the brook after all.

The friendly-appearing boy hopped down from his perch in the tree, smoothing out the wrinkles and leaves in his suspendered trousers and white button up with a suspicious look. “And who would you be, miss?”

“Erm- my name’s Y/N. What’s your’s?” You couldn’t help but smile, and your cheeks prickled as if a ladybug were crawling across them.

He stepped closer to you, his composure open and honest. “I’m Fred, Fred Weasley. I live down the way, near the mill.”

“Nice to meet you, Fred Weasley.” You did a proper courtesy, just as you had been taught so many times before, then adding, “what’s a mill?”

Fred’s jaw dropped, as if it had no hinges. “You’re joking, right? You don’t know about the mill? I work there just about every day of the week.” He pointed further down the creek, opposite the direction of your house, astonishment swimming in his mahogany brown eyes.

“I’ve never heard anything of the sort. What do you do in a mill, exactly?”

“Well, there’re these big, loud machines that're always moving. They get power from this huge wooden wheel upstream that’s always spinning. They make tons of pieces of fabric out of wool. Maybe I even weaved some of the cloth used to make that very dress you’re wearing right now.”

You marvelled at his descriptions, even the simple way he spoke, articulated his words. Those utterly despicable boys at school would’ve just stuck their tongues out at you disrespectfully, not giving you the time of day, but Fred couldn’t be more different. He spoke to you as if you two were something of equals.

“Oh wow.” You were barely able to suppress a flustered giggle. Why were you feeling so, mushy around Fred, the sensation comparable only to the consistency of porridge? “I didn’t know you were so talented to do that.”

“Aww,” -he blushed, scratching the nape of his neck- “I mean, it’s not too difficult, you could probably do it if you tried. After a while ‘course.”

“Nonsense.” You not-so-nonchalantly rubbed your palms up and down your dress, noticing beads of perspiration accumulating on them. While doing so, the bushel of hooded violets resting in your pocket became evident. You pulled one from your stash, saying, “do you want one of my flowers? I picked them down near my house.”

Fred swore at any moment, if anything were so much as to touch him, he would burst. He’d never experienced these, admittedly strange, feelings before. It felt like his last meal wouldn’t settle in his stomach, or as if he’d just run a horse’s distance by the way his heart was pounding out of his chest. Was he sick? Should he go tell mum?

“I, erm, of course,” he stuttered, barely capable of moving his lips to form coherent words. “You have e-excellent taste in flowers, miss Y/N.”

“Thanks. I picked plenty, for a nice centerpiece at home. Mum always loves flowers.” You fiddled with the frills and layers of your dress, doing something to occupy your energetic fingers. Fred studied the flower intently with his brows furrowed, tugging on its petals and anthers.

After Fred was satisfied with his examination of the violet, he said, “you know, there’s some really pretty yellow flowers growing down by the mill. They’d go perfectly with these here.”

“Will you take me?”

“Of course I will. We’d best get going, though. Don’t wanna miss dinner.” Fred gestured for you to follow his lead, walking through the knee-high blades of grass as if he were wading through a river. When he quickly noticed your look of apprehension, not wanting to dirty your dress or have an unwanted animal encounter, he grabbed your palm with a grin, forcing you to trail behind him.

You two distantly followed the path of the creek, adventure flowing through both of your veins. Fred’s grip on your hand was gentle, despite the calloused patches scattered over his skin, no doubt a result of the ‘large machines’ he described working on in the mill.

After a while of giggling and jogging, the distant outline of a building across the stream was visible. Its four walls were composed of rough, grey stones used as bricks; it’s roof was sealed with jagged pieces of slate, some out of place. But the biggest surprise came not with the building itself, but to the right of it. A humongous, wooden wheel spun through the rill, rhythmically splashing the previously tranquil water as it continued flowing. It was as if everything today was out of a fairy tale, but this was the most outlandish of them all. A giant wheel, spinning in pace through the water?

“Well, we’re here.” While Fred usually dreaded returning back to the mill, as his time within the confines were never pleasant, tolerable at best, he was glad to be here with company and a different mission. He wasn’t going to be making fabric today, no, he was on the search for bundles of corn-yellow flowers, with the prettiest girl he’d ever laid eyes on. True royalty, a princess through and through.

“Wow. That wheel’s ginormous! How does it work?” This time, it was your mind that curiosity flooded, and it ceased to relent.

“Erm, I don’t exactly know. All I know is that the creek pushes the wheel, for some reason. I’ll ask Dad about it sometime, he’ll know.” You nodded appreciatively, satisfied at the promise of an answer.

“Now what do you say we go find some of those flowers?”

“Yes please!” You started peering around the water’s edge, attempting to spot any signs of cheerful, yellow flowers.

While you continued digging through ferns and bushes, searching for gold, Fred enchanted you from a distance across the shaded meadow. “I think my brother Percy said that the flowers are called Golden Alexanders. He’s one to always go a bit heavy on books during his breaks.”

‘You’ll have to ask your brother how they got their name. The first part’s fairly obvious, the Alexander portion not so much.”

“I’m gonna have to ask everyone in my family questions if I keep showing you new things by the looks of it,” he giggled, walking around the grassy plateau with his hand shielding his eyes from the setting sun.

“Teacher always tells me during lessons, ‘curiosity killed the cat’-”

“Poor kitty,” Fred muttered.

“-But satisfaction brought it back. So you best bring me back some answers tomorrow, because I don’t exactly fancy dying.” Fred’s eyes widened with his new, highly-important mission. “I’d at least wish to go out in a heroic way, not at the hands of my own unquenched curiosity.”

“That’s quite the big word.”

“I know, I learned it the other day!” you giggled, covering your toothy grin with your hand. “Isn’t it cool?” Fred responded with a handsome, wide smile and concurring nod. His eyes were filled to the brim with joy; they reminded you of warm evenings sitting around the crackling fire charring logs and embers.

You scourged through the brush for a while longer until the soothing trickling of water was interrupted by Fred’s distinct voice, shouting, “Oh, I think I found some o’er here!”

You skipped to Fred’s direction, the toes of your boots patting the grass lightly. Fred was leaning down over a small patch of Golden Alexanders, watching a few bumblebees buzz between the central stigmas protected in the wreaths of small petals.

Without thinking, you swiftly wrapped your arms around Fred, his back pressed to your chest tightly. “Thank you, Fred. These’ll look great. You’ve got quite the eagle eye.” Your cheeks burned, and your soft arms were swept with tiny goosebumps.

“It’s no problem, really. I’m just glad you’re happy.” You unleashed Fred from your grasp, nearly tumbling to the ground with flusteredness. The porridge-ish feeling was back, and your now-wobbly legs weren’t exempt. “Your smile’s contagious, you know.”

Fred’s reaction to your hug was slightly different, but equal in magnitude. His chest puffed as if it were fluttering with butterflies that would glide low near the grass, his neck, which tingled after your every exhale, was burning like brush, and his breath all but stopped, which he paid no mind to.

To distract himself from the foreign sensations racking his body, he pointed to the revolving wheel sputtering the crystalline, flowing water, saying, “Do you think it's possible for me to climb the wheel? I’d wager I could.”

“You’d be a madman if you did.” You daintily trailed behind him like a curious cat, spying on his actions from afar.

“Then I guess I’ve got to do it.” He stepped one foot on one of the damp wooden beams, which proved successful until the churning of the wheel shook off his balance. He stumped to the group with an ‘ow’, groaning, “Princess, you were supposed to catch me.”

“Sorry,” you cheekily giggled, suppressing your smile with your cupped palm. You looked in all directions but Fred’s to avoid an assumed scornful glare, but instead you were met with a chuckling redhead, his umber eyes screwed shut with laughter.

Childish titter occupied the still Spring air, blending in with the trickling water and occasional melody chirped by a lone sparrow or two. Your fingers intertwined with Fred’s to prevent you from falling backwards into the puddles of sludge strewn through the sunset-soaked blades of grass.

Eventually, Fred could be your stabilizing tether no longer, and you both fell backwards, hands still locked playfully. You started to get up from the soft cushion composed of a plethora of plants before the flat-capped ginger motioned for you to remain relaxed on the ground, the large tufts of your gown and all.

You complied, and before you knew it, you were making out the shapes of pink-hued clouds, improvising tales and fables to enchant Fred with.

“That one looks like a rabbit, doesn’t it?” you would say, or “that one looks like a mule-”

“-riding on a carriage!” Fred finished, giggling in unison with you. As your throat erupted with chuckles, you and the prince beside you clutched your stomachs which were rattling with joy.

After a while of staring up at the deepening sky, you said, “I think I’ve got to go back for dinner, Mum’ll be expecting me.” Fred immediately stood up, quick as a soldier, and he outstretched his arm chivalrously to help you sit up as well.

“I’ll walk you back, don’t worry. Who would I be to let a princess such as yourself brave the wilderness alone?”

“How kind of you, good sir,” you replied with a joking curtsy and exaggerated accent dripping with poshness. Your fingers intertwined with Fred’s again for the second time that day, and this time they felt more familiar, as if you could pinpoint every sun-owing freckle or crease in his pale skin.

Your connected arms swung rhythmically as you both relaxedly walked towards the direction of your humble residence, careful to avoid stepping on dotted ladybugs that scurried through the grass. Occasionally, you or Fred would release a clever wisecrack or randomly twirl, basking in the pink rays of sunshine that gradually depleted, but for most of the trek home, you stayed quiet, simply enjoying each other’s company: a luxury that was hard to come by in Fred’s house of nine.

When your house was finally visible on the thin line of the horizon, Fred’s eyes couldn’t help but light up. Your home didn’t look much different than the Weasley’s, save for its size being half as big. Your chimney wasn’t as crooked and worn by the elements as the gingered clan’s was either, but the young boy didn’t seem to notice. All he could see was an elegant castle suited for no one but the best.

At long last, you arrived on your back porch. The door was wide open, where your mother leaned her aproned hips against the frame with a smile. Wonderful aromas wafted from the kitchen to you and Fred’s nostrils, beckoning you to take a seat at the dinner table and dig in. “Now who might this be, Y/N?”

“My name’s Fredrick Weasley ma’am.” Youthfulness glinted his eyes as he reached his hand to shake your mother’s. “I go by Fred.”

“You’ve got quite the firm shake,” she said, suppressing a chuckle, “I hope you and Y/N had fun today? By the look of her dress, she did.”

Your cheeks burned like a tin fresh out of the oven as you looked down in horror to see brown splotches of dirt strewn across the fluff and frills. “Mum, I-”

“Shh, Y/N, don’t worry about it,” you mother cooed in a whisper, eyeing the oblivious redheaded boy next to you, who was equally smudged with mud but complemented with a sweet, wide-mouthed smile.

“Well, Y/N dear, it’s dinner time. Does your guest Mister Weasley care to join us?”

“No thank you, Miss Y/L/N, I’ve got to be on my way back to my home as well.” Fred pulled you closer to him, so that your chest was mere inches away from his’. A sudden burst of confidence pumped through his veins, and with that, he gave a light pack to your cheek.

Your eyes widened with shock; his lips left a tingly imprint on your nerves as he turned back around towards the creek. I’ll never wash my face again, you thought, cupping your cheek with your palm.

“Bye princess, I’ll see you tomorrow, promise?” he shouted, giving you a final wave.

“Promise. Bye, Mill Boy. See you then!” And with that, he was off following towards the water in which he came, the orange sunlight turning his figure into a fading silhouette.

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hubpostblr · 4 years ago

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Precautionary Measures to keep in Mind while Installing Air Conditioners

Summer is around the corner and as a responsible homeowner, you are thinking of installing a good quality air conditioner in your kid’s room. But do not forget that air conditioning installation in Lane Cove is not an easy task. The installation of an air conditioner demands several skills. Service personnel should be able to work with electricity, handle tools, test equipment and work with different temperature levels and pressure levels as well. Hence, when the plan is set you should not only hire a trusted professional but at the same time, you should also be aware of the precautionary measures that ought to be taken while installing air conditioners.

In this article, we shall be discussing some of the most important measures that must be kept in mind while installing an air conditioner in your home or office.

Personnel should wear Protective Gear

Air conditioning installation in Lane Cove involves exposure to harmful gases. Thus, the service personnel who is working with the unit must wear adequate protective gear so that they do not experience any kind of breathing difficulty while they are working with the unit. Also, protective masks are important so that they do not end up inhaling harmful gases that come out of the unit. Moreover, sometimes leakage of gases leads to a slippery floor so wearing anti-skid shoes is a great idea. At the same time, sometimes wearing a hard hat becomes important in case you are near objects that may fall from above.

Using the Right Tools

You must keep in mind that air conditioning installation in Lane Cove is challenging. And it is also not possible to get it done with tools, which are not a perfect fit. Thus, when you hire personnel for the installation task ensure that they have the right kind of tools for the job. Unless proper tools are used, the installation task cannot be accomplished with ease. For example, instances of gas leakage are quite common, hence it is essential to have a leak detector tool.

Hazard Identification

Initially, you might feel that it is best to get a job done as fast as possible. But that is not the right approach. Instead, as a safety precaution, the installer should assess the job site first and find out if there are any potential hazards. In case, there is even the slightest chance of danger, all the necessary precautions must be taken before getting started with the job. It is always better to take additional time at the beginning instead of ending up with injuries. Also, while installing the AC unit, it is recommended to take extra precautions with electricity.

Ensuring Chemical Safety

If you are into the installation of AC units, it is obvious that you are exposed to numerous dangerous chemicals daily. Therefore, when it comes to air conditioning installation in Lane Cove you should ensure that the service personnel take adequate precaution when handling chemicals like coolants, cleaning solvents, and many others. If the chemicals are handled incorrectly it can pose serious health risks.

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lanedalton · 4 years ago

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DISCORD THREAD FEATURING: Lane Dalton & Jaycee Lynd ( @jayceelynd )

MENTIONS: Break up mentions.

WHEN: June 20th

DESCRIPTION: .Jaycee goes over to Lane’s apartment after he invites her over to catch up.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Smut

Jaycee. She never in a million years knew Lane was back in New York, and with his son Levi. Something she admittedly was jealous that another woman gave him a baby. Jaycee always thought that they’d end up married at one point, so of course she will always love Lane. Following his journey as a dad from afar she warmed up that he was happy with his little guy. He really seemed to be an amazing father. Not even able to stop herself she wanted to see him, knowing he was so close. Should they meet in a public setting? Probably.. But did Jaycee ever play by the rules? No, she sure didn’t. Her cowboy was back and she missed confiding into him. Rather it’s friendship or something else at some point. Deciding on putting on a pair of dancers shorts, silk and laced spaghetti strap shirt then threw a hoodie on. Slipping her tanned feet into her sandals, she was out the door with her phone and keys. Not living far from her she decided to walk, it was a pretty night for the city and it felt nice to have some fresh air. Seeing someone slip out of his building she decided to slip in behind him and go right up to his floor. Her nerves were getting the best of her as she nervously walked up to his door, her breathing deep while her face flushed. Calm your shit Jaycee, it’s just Lane. Jaycee instantly looked up as the door opened, and she smiled a soft shy smile. There he was, beautiful as ever. “Cowboy” she smirked before standing on her tippy toes and hugging him, closing her eyes as she made a fist in his shirt. Needing a hug for so many reason right now, she just leaned into him. Pulling back, she cleared her throat. “Sorry.. it’s been a shitty few days and I’ve really needed a hug like that.” She said embarrassed.

Lane. Lane was honestly surprised to hear from Jaycee. It had been so long since the last time the two had spoken, but he missed her. So hearing from her was definitely nice. Even if she did seem a bit depressed and not really herself. Immediately inviting her over, he began to clean up his place a bit. There were baby toys and clothes all over, and he wanted it to look a least a bit decent. When she knocked on the door he instantly pulled it open and smiled brightly at her. She was just as cute and sexy as she always had been. “Beau” he greeted, pulling her into his arms. He hugged her tightly as she stood on her top toes and he breathed in her sweet scent. “You don’t have to be sorry. Please, come in.” He stepped to the side to allow her in and he closed the door behind her. “You want something to drink or anything! I got beer, wine, whiskey!”

Jaycee. Walking in, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, softly smiling at him. He did still smell the same, the same scent she would smell every once in awhile and think of him. “Whiskey on the rocks, please.” She said softly as she took in his house. Definitely a lot different then the last time they were together. This time there were toys in areas, and it didn’t bother her. It was just different than his rodeo gear laying around. Jaycee followed him and watched him make a drink, admiring his build. He seemed bigger than she remembered, and she enjoyed the view.

Lane. When Jaycee asked for a whiskey on the rocks he couldn’t help but smile. She was still the same girl he had always known. Hard liquor and a sweet smile. He walked to the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of whiskey placing it into the counter. Then grabbing two glasses and filling them with ice before pouring them both a drink. Sliding her glass over to her he leaned against the counter and brought his own glass to his lips. “So, what have you been up to? Besides breaking rips and breaking hearts” he asked. Finally taking a sip and licking his lips clean thereafter.

Jaycee. Leaning over the counter caused her to slightly be on her toes, she smirked. Fumbling with her glass before taking a slow sip, enjoying the familiar burn. “More like getting my heart broke..” she nodded her head as her finger tips traced the glasses. “Guess that’ll happen when your boyfriend you’re in an open relationship with, falls in love with a friend you go years back with.” She sighed before taking a bigger drink, then licking her full lips. Studying him as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she wondered what he’d been up to. “What about you? I mean besides being super dad now..” there was still a hint of jealousy in her tone and she hated it.

Lane. hearing Jaycee say she had gotten her heart broken, and how. It made him sad. She deserved so much better than that. She was one of the best people he had ever known in his entire life, and here she was hurting, again. “I’m sorry, Jace. I hope you know you didn’t deserve any of that and that, those guys must be stupid to do something like that too you.” He took another sip of his drink and shrugged his shoulders with a slight chuckle. “I wouldn’t go saying super dad. It’s been tough. But, I’ve got my own bar now and I’ve been picking up shifts over at the cove and at the ranch upstate. Basically just keeping myself busy, as always.”

Jaycee. He knew her better, than anyone. Of course he knew she was repeating her mother’s words in her head. “You know, I’m never going to be lovable.” She scuffed in laughter as she joked about her own mother’s words before taking a drink. “You know, it takes a man to step up like you have. So don’t sell yourself short, you’re doing amazing.” She smiled over at him, tracing the top of her glass with her pointer finger, standing up strait to stretch her neck and back. Her body always aches when she went without dancing or exercise, and to be honest she hasn’t been so polite to her body lately. “Still gotta make time for just yourself, always.. I mean I would go crazy if I didn’t have my quiet time, I love being busy. But I have to balance it I’ll burn out, fast.” Taking in his kitchen and noticed the little things on his fridge, she was guessing Levi did. Walking up to the fridge with the glass pressed to her lips, smiling. “These are precious..” she said quietly.

Lane. “That’s not true. You are very lovable, Jaycee. I would know” he said honestly. Giving her a smile at her next words. “I try my best. It’s not always easy. But like you said.. balance is very important” he nodded. Standing straight up and leaning back on the counter behind him, he watched her walk around and check out the drawings on the fridge. “Yeah” he chuckled softly. “I think I might have another artist on my hands.”

Jaycee. Smiling into her cup as she took a sip of her whiskey. Sucking on an ice cube at his words before chewing on it slowly. Tracing the fingertips over the small hand prints, and had a sad smile. Wondering if she’d ever be able to create a child with someone. Share that love for a child, together. “Well..” she cleared her throat to calm her nerves, licking her lips. “Can have enough artists, now can we?” She looked up at him. Her back leaned against the fridge in an area not covered in art, eyeing him. “Is he asleep?” She asked him quietly, letting her eyes roam over his figure. How strong his body was, and thinking of how firm he was against her tiny frame in their hug. Wishing to be held again, god she was needy and pathetic right now.

Lane. Lanes eyes stayed on Jaycee as she leaned her back against the fridge. Crossing his arms over his chest, unintentionally flashing the defined muscles in his arms as he took another drink. “That we sure can’t” he agreed. A genuine smile spreading across his features as he nodded to her next question. “Of course he is” he answered just to be clear. He uncrossed his arms and took a few steps toward her placing his glass down onto the counter. His hand rested on the fridge beside her head as he stood in front of her looking down at her. His other hand grabbing her drink and placing it down beside his. “I’ve missed you” he confessed. Leaning down and pressing his lips to hers as his hand found the side of her neck.

Jaycee. Oh he knew what he was doing, crossing those arms of his, watching him watch her in the same stare she was giving him. Nodding her head as he said Levi was asleep, enjoying his smirk. Jaycee watched him as he leaned in front of her, taking her drink to set it on the cabinet. Lips parting as she listened to him confess that he’s missed her. Humming against his lips as she kissed him back, he tiny hands sliding up his chest before wrapping her arms over his shoulders. “I missed you too.” She whispered against his lips before nibbling on his bottom lip, letting the tip of her tongue run under his top lip. Leaning back she looked up into his eyes as she leaned back in to kiss him deeper. Chills running through her body as she felt like it’d been far too long since she tasted his beautiful lips.

Lane. Kissing Jaycee felt the same way it always had. Like nothing had ever changed between the two of them, even though so much obviously had. She leaned back breaking the kiss to look up at him and he wondered for a moment if maybe he had crossed a line. But before he could say anything, she was kissing him again. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he moved his hands to lift her up. Her legs wrapping around his waist as he turned them around and pushed everything on the counter to the floor. Setting her down on the counter top and pressing himself between her legs with a him as his hands moved to grab her face. He had missed this so much, and he wanted to savor the moment for as long as he could.

Jaycee. Her breathing coming in gasps as he picked her up, and setting her down after he pushed everything off onto the floor. Pulling him closer to her if possible as she kissed him back with so much need for him. Lane always knew what Jaycee needed or liked, and he was amazing at giving her what she needed. “Lane..” she moaned against his lips, looking up into his beautiful blue eyes, pulling her swollen bottom lip between her teeth as she pulled his shirt up over his head. An appreciative groan escaping her lips as she ran her hands over every definition of his muscles. Watching them contract under her delicate touch. Taking her hoodie off, throwing it wherever his shirt landed. Her straps on her silky laced spaghetti strap shirt definitely showed how hard her nipples were only to tell him how wet she was for him. Scraping her teeth over his stubble jawline before she made her way back to his lips as if she hadn’t just tasted them.

Lane. Helping her get her hoodie off after she removed his shirt, he leaned down to kiss her shoulder. Letting his tongue trace up the curve of her neck before she scrapped her teeth against his skin. God, she was perfection. She knew just how to get him going and she waisted no time in doing so. He kissed her again once their lips reconnected, this time more passionately. As he picked her up again and carried her to the living room. Laying her down onto the couch as he stood over her and worked on getting his pants undone. Licking his lips with anticipation as he watched her.

Jaycee. Everything Lane was going, was diving here fucking crazy. Moans of anticipating his next move, his teeth on her skin. Not letting her lips leave his as she was lost in the deeper passionate kiss, pouting up at him as he laid her down on the couch. Roaming her hazel eyes over his beautiful body, as he took his pants off. Leaning up she took her top off along with her bottoms, leaving her completely naked for him. Her hands running down her chest to circle her nipple, biting her bottom lip. “Come here..” she whispered with need and desire for him. Watching him as her hand slipped between her legs, as she began to massage her clit, letting her legs open for him to see. Dripping wet with need for him as she continued to pleasure her aching pussy for him. How can he be so fucking beautiful and sexy at the same time. Lane was one hundred percent all fucking man, and she missed him, his taste an addiction in itself. “Please..” she raised her hips greedily.

Lane. Watching her undress herself he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. She was so sexy laying there naked and touching herself only for him. He kneeled down at the edge of the couch and grabbed her wrist to pull her hand away from herself. Replacing his immediately with his tongue as he tasted her. Teasing her only for a moment before sucking her clit between his lips and spreading her open with his fingers. His tongue soon flicking its way to her opening and pushing into her as he hummed with satisfaction at the way she tasted. His other hand replacing his tongue on her clit as his arms wrapped tightly around her legs.

Jaycee. Jesus Christ, he always devoured her when he tasted her. As if he craved her taste on his tongue. “Lane.” She gasped as her fingers went into his hair, making a fist as she watched him. Slightly rocking her hips at the pleasure that was rocking her body. Her hands leaving his, to make fists into her own hair, back arching off of the couch as her tiny frame trembles under his touch. “Fuck.. I missed you so much..” she cried out as she greedily fought against the tight grip he had around her legs, holding her in place. The stubble, blissfully scraping against her sensitive folds as her pussy fed him with more of her need for him.

Lane. the way she tasted was so fucking sweet, he couldn’t ever get enough of her. Holding her in place as he rolled his tongue between her folds and vigorously rubbed her clit with his thumb. Looking up at her with piercing blue eyes, he watched her come undone under his touch. Sucking her juices into his mouth as he hummed against her. Wanting to make her cum before flipping her over onto her knees.

Jaycee. her body was still riveted with the aftershocks of coming all over his tongue. Lane flipping her over, she laid her head down to keep her ass up in the air. Swaying her ass, being a little shit she’s always been. No words were needed when her body spoke louder than the screams he’d be fucking out of her. Glistening, smooth and warmth waiting for what he was to do next, looking up at him behind her, biting her bottom lip in anticipation. God he was a god in himself, powerful and so fucking manly. A soft groan escaping her lips as she patiently waited for him, completely foggy brained from the lust and whiskey.

Lane. Taking in the vision of her laying there with her ass up in the air, he licked his lips. Her little wiggle coaxing him to draw his arm back and give her ass a stinging slap. “So fucking sexy” he hissed. His hand grabbing tightly to her ass cheek as he teased her slit with the tip of his cock. God, she was so wet, and certainly ready for him. Her body practically begging for him to enter her. Lining himself up with her entrance he pushed in deep. Rolling his hips into her core before thrusting in and out of her aggressively. Bottoming out on her as he leaned over her back and wrapped his arm firmly around her waist.

Jaycee. ”unnff..” she hissed as he slapped her ass hard, before he roughly squeezed her ass. Jaycee clawed at the cushion of his couch as he sunk so deeply within her velvety walls. “Lane!” She gasped out in pleasure, making fists into the cushions with his powerful thrusts. Her hips and ass being the only part of her tiny body not touching the couch as he bottomed out, with each thrust. Letting her leg slips off the side of his couch to give him better access, using that as leverage to slam her ass back into him, meeting each thrust for thrust. “Oh.. god..” she cried out, as the head of his cock roughly and quickly brushed over her g spot over and over. Her breathing shallow as she loved his weight against her, trying to not cum. Not yet. It had been too long to be over yet.

Lane. Jaycee was so fucking tight around his girth as he continued to thrust into her. Slapping her ass every so often for added vibration. She may have looked innocent but she could be very naughty and he absolutely loved that about her. It turned him on so much. The way she slammed back against him as he rolled his hips deep and hard into her g-spot. “I wanna make you cum so hard baby” he rasped through rugged moans. Letting his weight press into her as she cried out with pleasure. “You gonna cum for daddy!” he edge on. Bringing his hand to her neck to pull her head back with a firm squeeze as he kissed her lips roughly.

Jaycee. ”Fuckkk!” She screamed into the couch as his entire body weight was pressed into her, he was so fucking deep she was sure she was going cross eyed. Lane knew she’d trust him with anything in the past and that still stood true to this day, her breathing was labored as kissed him back. “Mm, make me cum daddy.” She moaned against his lips as her walls tightened around his girth, beginning to quiver waiting for release. Her body tightening and shaking with need to release. “Please, daddy..” she whimpered, arching her ass up to grind back into him, fucking herself on his cock being greedy.

Lane. Being so deep inside her drove him wild. Especially when she pushed back on him grinding her hips against him begging for more. He slid his free hand beneath her and began to rub her clit slow at first. His hips once against thrusting in and out of her and a quickly increasing pace. “You’re such a good girl” he breathed out through deep moans. His hand now aggressively fondling her clit as he tightened the other around her neck and began drilling in and out of her at full force. “Fuck yeah... cum for me baby. I wanna feel you all around me.”

Jaycee. Fucking Christ, he was driving her fucking crazy. Every time he drilled into her, the air was pushed from her lungs taking her breath. The tightening around her neck, restricting her air flow even more. “Oh, fuck.. I-I’m coming.” She shook and trembled hard, and if you didn’t know Jaycee you’d think she was in the middle of a seizure as she came around his cock. Lane knew exactly what he was doing to bring her far over the edge, with his rough callused hand working over her clit and the blissful pounding thrusts. “Lane.” She cried out as her juices flowed from her tight pussy. Gasping and moaning loudly as she swore her orgasm kept intensifying.

Lane. hearing her moans and screams of pleasure was so fucking sexy. He thrived in knowing just how good he was making her feel. Which was only clarified even more when her pussy clenched around him and her body started shaking out of control. It was enough to send him reeling right over the edge. “Fuck yeah, baby. Cum for daddy” he moaned. His own release shooting out of him deep and warm into her core. His entire body tensing with pleasure as he pushed his rolling hips into her as deep as he could. “Oh shiiiit” he growled. Feeling her cum for a second time around his throbbing cock.

Jaycee. Jaycee comes undone around his cock again as she feels him, filling her with his hot cum. “Fuck.. So much fucking cum!” She cried out as her body jerked, with after shocks. Her breathing was coming out in powerful huffs, trying to catch her breath. “Mmm” she licked her lips as her pussy was still being greedy, milking him of every drop he had to give. Her body was limp, just how it always was after they fooled around. A soft familiar satisfied smile spread over her lips, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. “So fucking good.” Jaycee grabbed his hand that was around her neck loosely into her small hand and kissed his hand softly before pulling him to lay completely on top of her. She needed his weight on her, with his arms tightly around her. Still trembling, as her breathing started to finally slow down. “I swear I didn’t come here for this, but I’m so not regretting it.” She giggled softly, snuggling her cheek into his hand. Missing the feel of his rough working hands against her soft cheek. “I don’t want to move, or for you to move..” she said softly, almost in a whisper. But she knew eventually cries would come from upstairs and he’d have to get up. And she’d have to go back to real life of figuring life out again. “Oh, god Lane.. Please don’t think that I’m using you.” Jaycee was noticeably upset in thinking he’d think she just used him for her needs. “I’m a damn mess right now, but I want you in my life no matter what happens. I hope you believe me. I just need to work on me..” she slowly turned around, groaning with a hiss as he pulled out to snuggle into him. Her fingers softly playing with his chest hair. “Don’t go back to Nashville, okay?” She asked looking up into his blue eyes, letting the tip of her fingers trace his lips. “Please..”

Lane. Being with Jaycee felt just as good as it always had. It was like they could perfectly fall right back into rhythm as if nothing has changed between them at all. He laid down mostly on top of her as she pulled him down beside her. His length still deep in her core as he laid behind her on the couch, holding her as if she belonged to him. “I don’t wanna move either” he admitted with a foggy chuckle. He wanted to lay there on the couch with her for as long as he possibly could. When she started to get noticeably upset, he pulled out of her and wrapped his arms around her again. She was facing him now and he was shaking his head as he stroked her hair. “I don’t feel that way at all. I know this isn’t why you came here, and that you have other things going on. But I also know we have a deep connection that neither one of us can ever resist. I’m not going anywhere, okay?” He smiled softly as she traced his lips with her fingertips and kissed them softly. “I’m just glad I could be a good distraction for you. Get you out of that pretty little head of yours for a bit. You deserve to feel good, and I’m always happy to help.”

Jaycee. Jaycees hand looked so small against his cheek, as it slid up caressing it so softly. Her thumb slowly sliding side to side as she listened to him, her eyes watering as she nodded her head. “I am so thankful for you, and that you’re still in my life.” He was right, they never could resist one another, and that at times could cause issues. But Jaycee just needed him, and he knew her as if she was pulled from his own body. Resting her thigh over his hip, she scooted further into him. Holding onto him tightly as tears ran from her eyes, silently as she listened to his heartbeat. Breathing in a shaker breath she looked up at him, nuzzling her nose over his before kissing him softly. Lips pulling and massaging his, taking her time this time. The softest hum flowing from her throat into his mouth. Softly her tongue ran over his lips, as if asking for permission to taste him again. His chest hair coarse against her sensitive hardened nipples, causing her to moan while she tried to get closer to him. “I missed you so much.” Breathing out a soft whimpering whisper against his lips.

#chats:jaycee #chats:discord #ft.jaycee #{//you already know that you're my weakness}

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b-raypokemontime · 7 years ago

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Danger Berry Saga: The Big House

The Big House. The Main house, State Home, the Mansion; whatever it was called it was the Home of the Ray Family. Built originally as a small castle when the Island was first discovered and colonized and there were not many human's at all.

When Jeannie Ray had come to the Island, thin and weary eyed, leading four hungry and frightened children with her it had been in the process of falling apart for a while. And just before her Great Grandparents had died they had wanted to have it rebuilt. Jeannie had thought that was a great idea once she and her children had had some time to adjust a little. The Young Mother had the plans drawn up for a new house not too far from where the original had been built. A contractor was hired, and a Landscaper, and soon everything was underway. Jeannie Ray was a hard workerand believed in working just as hard as the people working for her. A hardworking Farm woman to the core she'd gotten right into the thick of the work as much as was possible and tried to teach her children by example.

The end result of all this construction had been not only a new big house for her and her family to grow into, but also accpmplished proving to all who worked on the project how great of a leader she was going to be for the Island and all it's affairs.

As the Jeep and Kagie came up to the Ray Family Home property they could see a gate and a wide fence. Where they could see the tops pf several houses and nice tall trees poking up into the sky beyond it. The gate opened for them and they saw a lane, lined with fruit trees just coming into bloom in the early spring season that was come upon the Island. They passed many a nice house as they traveled down the lane. Built to accomodate the grounds keepers, the family workers, and then the ring of houses built to accomodate the Ray children that had already gotten married. And then beyond that they could see at the top of a hill a big Ranch style home. With large windows and a front porch with a porch swing and creeping vines along the rail that were just starting to put out new leaves. They looked like some sort of berry vine. There was a red dog pokemon that came running when the Jeep pulled in and parked it, and Kagie came to a bounding stop just at the stairs up to the frint porch. Baxter and Michael had never seen it before. It was fluffy and no more than 40 pounds at the most. With a curling tail made of flames. Curled over it's back not unlike a rockruffs tail. Briefly the Men were introduced to the new dog. Zorra was her name. They called her a Flame 6 and then they were given a tour of the house. It was spacious and comfortably furnished. Everything in the house was there for function as well as for how nice it looked. Just like every plant in the garden and on the grounds. Planted and cultivated to look pleasant and give something back to the occupants. Finally they were lead to the rooms they were going to be using while they were here. They were comfortable, spacious, and not that far from Balia's own old room. So if they needed anything they could just knock on her door. They were left to get settled into the rooms and Balia to the bath she announced she wanted . Told they could just come downstairs to the kitchen whenever they were ready.

Balia ended up being the last one to come down from their rooms. She came into the kitchen trying to pick up her wet hair from trailing behind her on the floor to see Baxter and Mike chatting with her parents. And Zorra had her head laid on Michael's knee. She was softly arguing with him about the snack he was eating. She watched as he caved to her arguments and shared with her.

"Oh no! Zorra's charmed another one!" she laughed and so did the others.

Balia's siblings and their families started showing up after that. Seliece and her husband followed by her few kids. Her Husband being Professor Thyme, the Leading Authority on all the new species of pokemon on the Island. Then Trista and Adam along with their two little girls. Allong with them came a Furfrou and a Granbull. And Finally Clint and his Fiancee Jacqueline. All the little kids Swarmed Balia. All of them wanting to hear stories and hug her. Some of the little girls wanted to comb and braid her hair for her. And she let them. Telling them funny stories and sitting with them so patiently. With a happy smile on her face.

During dinner everyone was taking turns asking Baxter and Michael questions about themselves. As well as answering any questions these two had as well. The food itself was flavorful, and hearty. The main dish cooked up by Momma Ray and Papa Kord. The side disjes being brought over by the siblings and siblings in law of Balia. Eeveryone assuring Michael and Baxter that they didn't need to bring anything since they were guests. Baxter was having a grand old time experiencing the full Ray family event dinner. But Balia was watching Michael and seemed to be way out of his comfort zone in a situation such as this. She kept subtly checking on him to make sure he was okay through dinner and the cleanup afterwards.

The Moment the cleaning was done Balia asked her little brother if he had his pokemon with him. Because she wanted to show Michael and Baxter his Lessern.

"Oh yeah. And I think there's still a colony of them in the backyard. Let's let 'em see Shredder out there. You know how crazy they can get." Clint chuckled and Balia motioned for her two guests to follow them. Everyone piled into the backyard after them. Wanting to see the reactions of these two strangers. Clint took a pokeball off his belt and let out the pokemon in question.

A large lizard stood on the grass before them. Purple and yellow, with deep blue eyes. It had a long whip like tail that was jagged like lightning at the end. It came out of the pokeball rumbling in it's throat like storm and spitting electric sparks on the ground with it's jagged tongue.

Baxter's eyes lit up and he spat lightning right back at it.

"That's a Lessern. It's Dragon Electric.." someone explained as the large lizard drew itself upon it's hind legs and it's spine sail raised. It's cheeks darkened as it looked this way and that at Baxter.

"Ohohoo~ you're a pretty lady!" Baxter said in awe, walking forward with his hand out.

"Shredder is a dude. And you bet he knows he's pretty!" Clint laughed.

"What a pretty dude definitely!" Baxter bobbed his head and moved to pet the Lessern. As the blonde did suddenly several more Lessern's appeared and suddenly the backyard was filled with rumbling and scampering lizards. A Lizard game of Tag was on! With Baxter as it! Baxter and all the kids were helter skelter chasing the lizards running on their hind legs. Laughing and hollering. It went on for a long while. Till a Lessern decided to jump on Baxter. Knocking him to the ground. And then the rest of them were all flopping on the tall blonde in a hilarious lizard Dog pile. When the pile dispursed Baxter got up with his hair standing on end and the biggest smile on his face. Everyone was laughing.

Later that night once everyone had left to their own homes Balia grabbed Baxter and Mike to take them to the cove. She had to have a little help getting there. Kagie was a HUGE dog, but she couldn't carry three full grown Humans. She called on her Best buddy Lancer. The Keldeo, who was more than happy to help, and overjoyed to see Balia again. He spent a good 10 minutes cavorting around her like a love struck colt before she got him settled down enough to do what they needed. The ride to the cove didn't take very long even though it was a good distance away. They stoped when they hit the white sands of the beach. The sky was alive with the stars in the heavens. And they could just see the Moon starting to peek from behind where the ocean met the horizan of the sky. Balia herself was glowing softly in the night and ahe stood there with her bare feet in the sand as the Moon started climbing higher up into the sky. Over the roar of the waves the three started hearing Voices dancing in and out of their hearing range. And saw shapes outlined in the silver light of the moon leaping out of the water. Suddenly Balia gave a call that was more animal than human and a second later it was answered.

Mike was hit in the face with Balia's shirt and shorts as she ran headlong into the surf in a bathing suit Calling out to the long silver shapes that were growing steadily closer to where she was headed. Michael sputtered and stammered and blushed dark red at all of this. Balia was singing and up to her calves in the water when Baxter suddenly ran after the woman into the water, throwing his coat and shirt at his brother, shouting at him. "Come on! It's party time!" Michael shook his head and stayed on the sand. "You can swim..I'll watch.." and watch he did as Balia was suddenly ringed by the forms of yet another new type of Pokemon. She shouted over the waves that these were Mellophin. That they were water fairy types and that they loved to laugh and sing and dance in the moonlight. And that they were her special friends. They played in and out of he water around her. The waves easily coming up to her waiste. She sag and her hair was blown about her in the sea air. Baxter came right over and they let him pet them. These Dolphin water creatures with stars on their foreheads and a playful light in their eyes. Balia saw Michael on the beach still and the becconed to him.

"C'mon Polarbear! They want to meet you! And I want you to meet them too!" Eventually Balia convinced Michael to come out into the water up to his knees at least. And he was able to meet the pod of Mellophin that were Balia's express friends. They were very interested in him. Balia suspected it was because the Mellophin, and Michael were all fairies. It was a wonderful little trip. The Mellophin and Balia sang and danced in the waves and Baxter only tried to dunk them into the water twice when they were walking back to shore. All in all it seemed to go well and all three of them seemed to have had a nice night. Then it was back to the Main house to get some sleep, at least for Baxter and Balia, because tomorrow was going to be a little crazy.

#bloodxbrothers #Baxter #Michael #Balia's Family #Danger berry saga #Moonlighting ship verse #Drabble #Read more cause it's super long

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robpalmertravels-blog · 5 years ago

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Turkey Part 1 - Istanbul - Antalya

After two weeks on the road ın Turkey we pulled into Antalya having covered upwards of 1000km. İ had been joıned by Hugo an old frıend of mine from university and Jack, a good mate of his and the boyfrıend of an old pal from school. He thought takıng a couple weeks out before the begınnıng of his masters to heave a loaded bike over hills and along the coastal roads towards antalya wouldn't be a bad way to clear the head. Not your standard beach holiday but then maybe the simple distractions of life on a bike would help his working mind take a well earned kip. As it would turn out, on his last day he would cycle a mınd bendıng 180km to arrive ın Antalya ın good time to catch his flight.

I had met up wıth Jack and Hugo ın Istanbul after a week spent on the Asıan sıde of the cıty. Stayıng 35 floors up at a friends apartment I had enjoyed the panormaıc spoıls of a cıtyscape that ıs home to 18 mıllıon people. Westwood facıng the dıppıng sun would be accompanıed by the call of the muezzın from the thousands of Mosques below, at this heıght I couldn't dıstınguısh between them. The streets heaved below wıth cars thumpıng theır horns, to go, to stop to say hello. Mopeds zıpped ın between them, motorbıkes too. Some were modıefıed to carry traılers stocked wıth goods, effıecıent delıvery guaranteed ın these packed streets. Men moved between pedestrıans carryıng huge polythene bags on theır backs loaded wıth plastıc waste ready to be recycled. Sıde walks crammed under the neon lıghts wıth markets of every varıety. In Kadıkoy, where ferrıess left to the European sıde, fısh markets gave way to restaurants and hıp coffee shops. A bazaar sellıng the latest ın knock off merchandıse was never far away ıts cunnıng salesmen matched only ın my ınabılıty to command a good prıce. Even wıth the token dıscount I would always leave feelıng rıpped off.

Batu, my generous host, showed my the delıghts of the Turkısh, Meze style, breakfast on my fırst mornıng. Sadjok, eggs wıth salmı and mopped up by bready would become my staple and the sweet accompaniments set the precıdent for the confectıonısts of the Grand Bazaar whose delıghts would lure me ın later that day. Not far from the Grand Bazaar you can walk to the two Great Mosques of the Hagıa Sofıa and the Blue Mosque, whıle the later ıs under renovatıon the mosaıcs of the former are brought to lıfe as the haze of the afternoon sun sınks through the hıgh wındows. After several days Batu and I escaped the thrall of the cıty for the relatıve sılence of the ıslands. Cyclıng and walkıng around the care free streets we lazed away the day as horse drawn carrıages, the only means of transport, passed us by.

As the week wound to a close I busıed myself wıth varıous errands, and wıth Hugo and Jack ıncomıng I was ready to move on havıng heard nothing but praise for wider Turkey. We left Istanbul at 13:00pm on the 12th September on the Yenıkapı to Bandırma Ferry that took us across the Sea of Marmara, we would head for the coast before movıng south towards Izmır. Thırty kılometers and we spıed a patch of gazıng land alongsıde a lake. A flock of sheep moved gently alongsıde ıt wıth the fıgure of a shepherd walkıng besıde. The turks are a frıendly people so I dıdnt hesıtate to approach. As I dıd, three dogs, one omınously ımposıng, bared my way. They let out deep barks to warn theır master of the approachıng stranger. As I moved forward one moved around to my rear cuttıng my of from Hugo and Jack who were a happy dıstance away. My ınstıctıve unease was waved away as the dogs were called off by theır master. Transformed to puppıes taıles wagged and the path forward opened up. I motıoned to my companıons and conveyed ın rudımentary sıgn language that we wanted, if possible, to sleep by the lake. I had heard the Turks were hospıtable when ıt came to campıng on the land and to my pleasure he beared a toothy grın revealıng two dark brown stumps and gestured there wasn't any problem. Unfortunately, the message of goodwıll dıdnt seem to be understood by the guardıng pack who were clearly dıspleased at the presence of strangers on theır patch and let us know at every opportunıty. Probably faır enough when you see Hugos lycra number.

The hılls rose sharply the followıng day, ıt was a tough ask for the two newcomers, even after my week ın Istanbul I myself felt laboured. Havıng recovered from the ınıtıal shock at theır promınance we laboured southwards over the upturns of the landscape. We passed fıelds of red peppers beıng pıcked by hand. Lorry loads of them passed us by, some dropped to the ground and sat by the sıde of the road, food for the ants. Wıth the afternoon playıng out the lack of shops ın the rural vıllages was becomıng clear. Catchıng sıght of Turkısh woman headıng ınto her home and notıcıng the abundance of chıckens ın her yard I gave her a bıg wave and hıt the breaks. Amblıng ın wıth my bıggest smıle I was greeted by the lady and an elderly man who had just stepped outsıde. Motıonıng to the chıckens and ımıtatıng the layıng of an egg (you can ımagıne) whıle holdıng back laughter I began the negotıatıon. Words were spoken, an understandıng was stumbled upon and a carrıer bag fılled to the brım was passed my way. For the humble prıce of 10 Lıra we feasted on our bounty that evenıng. Lıfted by a load of tomatoes we sat satisfied and passed whıskey before dıvıng ınto our tents.

By the tıme we reached the sea the followıng day we had had an arduous rıde. The remaınder of the eggs had offered a meagre breakfast and we approached the turn to the Aegean more haggard than we would have hoped. Sugar fueled pıt stops carrıed us to Ayualık where after the dısappoıntment of a lıtter fılled fırst beach we found what seemed a more ıdıllıc spot a lıttle further down the coast. The salt water provıded the perfect reprıve agaınst our aching lımbs. Thıs would become a common occurrence from the seasıde promenades of the Aegean on the road to Izmır.

Thıs wasn't to last and was soon replaced by grıt and sweat as we crawled through the ındustrıal nomans land of Izmırs outlyıng towns. It was pıtch black now save for the occasıonal tungsten street lamp that ıllumınated the bleak sıte below. No Tourısts would be found anywhere near here. Guard dogs loıtered, chaıns klackıng along the concrete as they were pulled to. Ears prıcked, barks followed us as we rode sılently through the ındustrıal sıte ın Menemen, one of the outlyıng towns of Izmır.

Only a few hours earlıer we had been leapıng off seasıde promenades ınto the Aegean. The glıntıng rıpples had proved too allurıng wıth the days heat on our backs. We had been glad of the respıte. We had reached the the coastlıne only a day prevıously after a two day rıde from the south coast of the sea of Marmara and had now traıned our focus on Izmır, one of two major cıtıes on our coastal route.

As the heat of the day faded we abandoned the promenades of the coastal towns and contınued onwards. It was becomıng clear, however, that due to bad luck and worse tımıng we would go no further than Menemen, some 30 km outsıde of Izmır. Sıttıng firmly ın the hard shoulder the duel carrıagway squeezed ıtself through half buılt hıgh rıses and narrow sıde streets adorned wıth neon sıgns. Everywhere lıtter.

The dodgy feel of the place and the encroachıng dark left us wıth few optıons. A brıef dıscussıon followed. No one had any appetıte for campıng ın such a place, undoubtedly dangerous, and as the passıng traffıc grew ever more angry and ımposıng wıth the sinking of the sun, progress was also done. We needed to fınd a place to stay. Wıthın mınutes even the hard shoulder became a grım prospect and we veered ınto the sılent lanes that connected the ındustrıal perıforıes wıth the centre of town. Poorly lıt and full of loıterıng dogs we slunk through tryıng to avoıd attentıon. Rattleıng ın theır compounds as we passed they proved more bark than bıte and the path lay open for us to slınk past the budget restaurants and dırty streets wıth our taıls between our legs.

At last we came upon a place to stay and hauled our bıkes up pokey staırs that smelled of old cıgarettes and ınto the lobby. The room was fılled wıth the sound of turkısh musıc that leaked from the bad speakers of a mobıle phone. The owner barely regısted the strange group content to pull on his cıgarette, sucked into clip playıng out ın his hand. A young boy and his father handled receptıon, Jack dealt wıth the bookıng and we were somewhat alarmed when the man dropped his askıng prıce at the fırst tıme of askıng. No doubt stıll rıpped of we were at least relıved when the room proved clean, ıt would do just fıne as we laıd out on the beds exhausted.

Gettıng through Izmır as soon as possıble we headed straıght for the coast once more where thankfully we would remaın all the way around to Bodrum where we planned to stay for two nıghts. Movıng around the coast we camped at one specıal cove whıch only after descendıng a flıght of steps laden wıth all our baggage dıscovered ıt was closer to a garbage dump. Four spearfıshermen appeared later ın the evenıng and dıdnt seem to put out, making a fıre wıth an old rubble tıre ın the process. At the poınt of wrıtıng I can thankfully say this only ımproved as we moved along the coastlıne. En route to Bodrum we stopped off at the Temple of Ephesus, an ancıent wonder of the world, the orıgıns of whıch date back to 6000 BC. Fıg trees hung over the ruıns and rıpe fruıt was plucked and passed down to us by an elderly lady who proved rather more nımble than you mıght expect. Small and quıte pale they were sweet to taste. Contınuıng around the coast we passed beach scenes remınıscent of somethıng from south east Asıa. Straw canopıes jutted out of the sand, fıgures moved slowly, at ease, sıluetted by an orange haze that crept towards the crooked peaks of greek ıslands meer mıles away. Our fınal evenıng before Bodrum brought us to the ınland lake of Bafa Golu; the south sıde was straddled by the maın road whıle the north was abandoned save save for the dry thorns that clung to the crumblıng rock. Movıng through ıt to the south east the sun promısed another spectacular as ıs passed over my left shoulder. As ıts last lıght morphed ınto the darkness the stars that seem to shıne so brıght here hang over our campsıte, tucked away ın an olıve grove on the banks of the lake.

In honesty, Bodrum had the feel of a place that had once been a gem along the Aegean route to Anatalya but had now succumbed like so many of its kind to over overcrowding. A dimly lit Art Deco reception several streets back from the waterfront caught the eye as to what had been lost to the congested promenade below. Eye Wateringly overpriced restaurants where orchestrated by restraunters who each exclaimed to be your best friend and their neighbouring cafes blared out generous house music from the latest cafe del mar album.

The ferry at 12:00pm on the 21st September couldn’t come soon enough. Taking us across what would have been a dog leg by bike and onto the tip of the next peninsular we were presented with a solitary road that stretched for 70 km linking us with the mainland. With the Dodecanese in the distance the road began to weave through passes crumbling at the roads edge. Dried out pine trees were commonplace and accompanied by a supporting act of olive trees, cactuses, and the ever present thorn bushes that seem to have a monopoly over the the Turkish landscape. As we proceeded, the distant shoreline to the south swung towards us revealing, at this distance, an uninhabited stretch of mountains directly behind that contrasted to the dark blues of the deep water. There were few settlements on our current peninsula and as we began to climb there seemed little around at all. The first place we came to had the feel of a high end summer home community complete with a security gate and guard, who I was rather put out to discover demanded to see our passports to get to the beach. Lazing away a couple hours we soon began climbing again, the ideal slope, just the right amount of challenge before swooping down once more after which we dove down a short track that led out onto an estuary flowing into the sea. Camping down for the evening, goats grazed on the neighbouring shore and Hugo and jack waded into the now deep purple waters before a fisherman trundled back home from his days work.

Continuing down the tail end of the lone road and into the mainland the next morning we past a convoy of package holiday safari trucks that seemed filled with reluctant teenagers and ever suffering parents. From Marmaris we attempted a short cut over the hills to avoid the a long stretch of main road that hammered north for 30km before returning east. One of the steepest climbs to date we gritted our teeth as the lowest gears struggled to make way. Stopping intermittently to take in the views of sheer mountain walls falling into the Aegean we peruses the winding onwards only to be thwarted at the summit after three hours of arduous climbing by an unmarked military base. No doubt there because of the tensions over the Dodecanese that lay close to Turkeys shores, an electronic tannoy speaker expressed its displeasure is I approached its sliding gates. A single CCTV camera peered into my soul as I called into the compound and found it wanting. The electronic tannoy continued to bark out a robotic message that didn’t need interpreting. After continuing to call out loud and giving a wave a more human voice crackled over the system expressing a similar sentiment in a variety of languages. Miming drinking water I pressed my hands together. I heard a very human sigh and muttered words followed by a water bottle being thrust over the gate some moments later. The gate stayed firmly shut. I had half hoped to hustle a lift to the other side of the compound, but this was clearly wishful thinking as his two eyes fixed on us until we disappeared back over the summit. The main road it was and we hammered out 30km on the flat surface in no time at all, doing our best to make up for lost time.

Camping just off the busy highway we rose with the waking dawn, greeted by indigo skies that silhouetted trees, shivering as they shook off the chill of the night. The road hummed with its sleepless life as we began the motions of the early morning. Before long Turkish coffee bubbled into life, freshly ground the night before. A farmer titled by on his moped, pump action shotgun slung over his shoulder explaining the noises we had heard in the night. What he was blaring out I do not know. Our early start allowed us to see the mist slink away from the sparsely thatched mountains as we rolled by while the steam from the Chai boilers rose into the light of the low lying sun.

Moving towards Fethiye we strode up though the town to explore the tombs been into the rock above the town bay before diving into a local market to raid pick up half a kilo of beef we planned to kebab in the evening. As we climbed round into a neighbouring headland we found ourselves racing down into the dying sun framed by branches of pine trees. An ornate yacht anchored in the bay and we found ourselves quite spoilt by a slip of land that lead down to an empty pebble beach and a sea warmed by the days waking hours. Offering panoramic views of neighbouring headlands we were only disturbed by a wild boar rumbling through the campsite that startled me into wide eyed wakefulness as it snarled and snorted its way through the undergrowth.

From this point onwards we were more or less hugging the coastal road towards Antalya and a long day towards Kas rewards us when the the final 30km presented a truly wondrous ride of that saw the colours and textures of the cliff side foliage meld together into the breakwater of sea. Light caught the water on ever westward facing lip of land throwing it into an array of light blue before a leftward turn transformed it once more into darker tones. Waves crashed into gullies throwing up spray and the crumbling red earth of the hills was illuminated by the orange rays of the setting sun. It was a scene that couldn’t have contrasted more with the following morning as we witnessed our first rain in Turkey. Jack had left at some unholy hour to attempt his mammoth 180km run to Antalya in a single day. I had serious doubts. Hugo and I thought about his lot as we sheltered under the guest house terrace rain hammering down on the corrugated roofing at 9:30am feeling not at all envious of his current soaking. By 11am we were on the road if you could call it that that wound up from the guest house steeply before joining the main road. Horrifically steeply as it turns out, and combined with the rain I could barely climb without danger of slipping. As water gushed down the road we pushed to save from falling over. My sandals were woefully ill suited and before long i trudged up the slope bear footed struggling with the weight of the bike that desperately wanted to return to bottom. The complexion of the scenery that the evening before had been so striking remained alluring with darker, deeper tones. Easing off as we pushed up the main road we pushed on to Finike, our last stop before Antalya. During the afternoon we struck gold, or rather figs as a tree set aside of the road hung with ripe fruit. Leaning my bike against the trunk I leaped up into the branches and proceed to harvest as much as I could. Feeling like some overgrown Mogli I checked them into a carrier bag as I moved from branch to branch. Left over sugar at the bottom of the bag added an extra coat of unnecessary but delicious sweetness that caramelised the plump little fruits. As afternoon wore on we past Demre that from the main road offered little for inspiration but the road thereafter can be counted amongst the most special of the trip to date. Unbeknown to us a series of coves zigzagged down the coast to Finike. Untouched virgin coastline of white pebble shores lay in between steep cliffs. Caves jutted out along the water line. We moved north east then south east witnessing cove after cove of prime camping real estate but it timings were awful. We didn't have any food for an evening that was fast approaching and buy the time we reached Finike was to late to turn back. Sucking it up we wound into town mourning the lost opportunity only to have salt rubbed deep into the wound by the state of the waterfront that was bleak to say the least. Barran and exposed shores where dotted by empty cars, lorries and more permanent looking camps. Diving into the first pile of bushes that offered a modicum of shelter and security we set up the tents the only good news being that we would be leaving in the morning. When it arrived we didn’t linger and fled the bushes for the final climb before Antalya.

As we approached the city that marked the completion of the first chapter of our excursion into Turkey we were faced with a series of three tunnels that barred our entrance. Each possessed a rickety sidewalk that clattered and rattled as the wheels skimmed along, sending echoes down the cylindrical space that made me grip down ever harder. Eyes focused on the narrow path ahead all wandering thoughts were banished by the deafening din of the lorries hurtling past, a meter to my left. Daring not to move too fast but quick enough to maintain pace my hands slammed down on the brakes as a glint hope opened up in the ground before me revealing a network of pipes with gaps just wide enough for my front tyre. Edging onward, feet splayed over the frame I wobbled as I lifted myself back into the seat, the semi circle of light still a distant spot ahead of me.

Enduring this hair raising ordeal three times was a jaw clenching experience. At the time we were unsure how many more would crawl before us into the bowels of the mountains. After the third, however, the road swept back along the sea and the cliffs retreated back inland revealing a long arc of civilisation that rounded the coast to the east. In it we would just catch Jack before his flight back to England having safely completed his 180km ride the previous day. As we sat around for beers ın a sparsely populated bar ıt was hard not to be ımpressed, I myself had managed a poultry 140km on my best days. I sıt here typıng after havıng stumbled upon a gem of a breakfast joınt, a kınd of turkısh greasy spoon, where the cook cashıer and cleaner were embodıed ın one bouncy mıddleaged man who expertly flıcked a glorıous mıx of eggs,cheese and salamı across a sızzleıng pan. Thowıng the lot ın a toasted bun he saıd to sıt down and the tea wouıld be on ıts way. Settıng ourselves down and lıckıng our lıps at the heart attack on the plate we dıved ın. Before long a man appeared from the far sıde of the street wıth a tray complete wıth two glasses of Chaı. Enjoyıng the novelty of our mysterıous waıter we fınıshed up, eased to a stand and prepared ourselves for a slow day after sıx on the road

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Visiting Raleigh with My Remodeling Besties — and the HARD Work of Saving Etta

It’s becoming almost a tradition now… whenever I visit a DIY pal at their home, I seem to want to get my hands dirty by helping them with a project. In this case… very dirty at Etta!

If you haven’t been following along with Brittany from Pretty Handy Girl and her Saving Etta project, you’ll see lots more info on that below. But first, I’m going to start from the beginning on what prompted my trip to visit her and the other (non-old-house-filth-covered) fun we had! Consider this post a play-by-play on what it would be like to tag along with us for the weekend. :)

Being a DIY or remodeling blogger is… a weird job, to say the least. Between photography (which takes a little getting used to — trying to remember to stop, take off your safety gloves for a photo while there’s enough light, get back to work — it really takes time to “train” yourself to do it!), planning your schedules, getting things just right on social media so it reaches people, the actual writing, time for labor/the work itself, maintaining a website, finding appropriate sponsors (and saying no to all of the bad ones), negotiating contracts and conference calls with brands, editing photos, improving your skills on all of the above through training classes, styling interiors, making sure you aren’t a total moron with building codes and remodeling skills, etc….

…basically, it’s a lot to get. If you’re lucky, you can hire out some of these things, but many of us (like me) do a little bit of everything by ourselves. And no one really gets that quite like another remodeling blogger, especially the mentorship aspect of it. That catching up and camaraderie and sense that they go through similar obstacles is very comforting. But we also don’t live near each other and we stay immersed in our own to-do lists 24/7, which is why Brittany from Pretty Handy Girl and Sandra from Sawdust Girl and I (and others) have begun to make more effort to see each other in person at least once a year. Unlike the go-go-go agenda of attending a conference (like Haven and early next year I’ll be going to a woodworking one), this kind of get-together is more relaxed. We still work (I even brought a project of mine so I could use one of Brittany’s tools to meet a deadline this past week), but it’s also full of great memories with some close friends.These two ladies not only do the blogging juggling act like I do, they also raise families and are beginning their own restoration/flip houses, and I’m soooo excited to see them advancing to bigger and more amazing things. Being friends with people you consider your mentors is a really incredible thing, and I feel very blessed I get to call these ladies my friends.

As I said, I was in the middle of a project (or eight) but we’d been planning this trip for a few months, so I simply packed up the most urgent project with my luggage on Friday afternoon and hit the 5 1/2 hour road trip to visit Brittany at her home. I’d never actually been to her house before (our trip last year was actually to a beach with Leen from Sand Dollar Lane and Karah from The Space Between who couldn’t make it this time unfortunately), so it was quite a treat when you feel like you’ve visited someone else’s home many times via the web and then actually step foot inside. Her house is much bigger than I thought, and her craft space is no joke one of the most organized places I’ve ever seen that also happens to have glitter inside of it (trust me, that’s no easy feat). Still, despite her fantastic hospitality, the real star for me was her pup, Bandit. Just… he’s so damn sweet and I adored him from the moment we met.

All of the hearts for this sweet pup. <3 <3 <3 (photo: Brittany)

Sandra arrived first, so once I got to Brittany’s, we immediately sat down on Friday night to just talk blog, life, projects, etc. before hitting the hay.

Saturday

The next morning, I got up uncharacteristically early to knock out a few emails and photo edits until the house started stirring. We then tuned in to another online pal of ours (Youtuber and seasoned DIY pro, April Wilkerson) to see her pilot (House Hacks) on HGTV. After sending her some quick goofy videos letting her know we were watching, we then made a late breakfast, talked projects, and came up with our game plan for the day.

The first place we stopped was Brittany’s house project, which she has nicknamed “Saving Etta” — an old home that is in such disrepair, you really should go watch her Facebook live video of mine and Sandra’s reactions as we walked around for the first time! She also shared with us the future plans, the layout, and what the upper floor will look like once added (so cool!). If anyone can bring back this home’s former glory, it’s definitely Brittany. It looks incredibly scary at this stage, but I was incredibly excited at the entire idea of eventually taking on an old home myself. I’d need to get a contractor’s license (probably) for such a thing, but for now I’ll live vicariously through her updates (btw, Sandra also has her own project house she’s working on, which you can see right here).

Next, we were all in need of a caffeine boost and stopped by Sola Coffee… a local place that also gave me a lot of DIY ideas to ponder over (I’ve been brainstorming a way to make my own curtain rods throughout the house but wanted a unique twist, and I think I’ve found it!).

After visiting a small pop-up market (where we ran into Liz from My Grandmother’s Old Singer — hi!!) and lunch at Relish, we then spent the late afternoon shopping around for holiday decorations and hugging giant apes at Homegoods.

Back at Brittany’s for the rest of the evening, we chose to take it easy with some pizza and painting, but we needed to do a little DIY first. Brittany found a gift at Homegoods she wanted to hack (it came on really cheap wood and she wanted to beef it up with some of her own scrap), while I took the opportunity to work on the woodworking project I’d brought with me. Thank goodness for friends with band saws!

If you think I’m shallow enough to quick-edit my double chin from this photo, you’re absolutely right. ;)

Sunday

It’s no surprise that a weekend like this one was going to go by quick, so I finished up a few more steps on my project after breakfast while Sandra got packed up to head back home. Originally I’d planned to stay an entire extra day, but I’d gotten some news about a delivery I would need to be back at home for, so Brittany and I tried to make the most out of the rest of the afternoon by working on Etta:

I’ve never worked on a house with this much demo, and despite my experience in repairing drywall, the whole lath-and-plaster thing was a big change, too. And HEAVY!

But we managed to knock out the rest of the job in one of the first rooms to take out the lath and plaster, preserve as many of the original baseboards as possible, and clean up the debris — giving me a deeper appreciation for what Brittany has in for with the rest of the house. Phew!

As soon as I got back to Brittany’s, my project had finished drying and it was time to head home. I did a quick change and hopped in the car, spending the next 5 1/2 hours singing to a road trip playlist and being grateful I actually remembered to take a few photos of the trip. Maybe next year we’ll actually sit down. ;)

DIY remodeling is hardly glamorous.

How was your weekend? Work on anything special?

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Best Things To Do in Corfu: Greece’s Ionian Star

Lush interior, pristine coastline, unique rock formations and a romantic capital city. All this and more can be found on Corfu Island, a destination that truly delighted us during our trip to Greece. The northernmost (and most popular) of the Ionian Island chain, Corfu is actually very close to mainland Greece, and the country of Albania.

Due to its proximity and history with mainland Europe, Corfu Island was actually one of the first Greek Islands to experience mass tourism. Because of this, Corfu has numerous accommodation options, many restaurants and bars, and a more cosmopolitan feel.

We spent six days on Corfu (including our 10 year anniversary!) and had many unique experiences along the way. Here’s my list of the top things to do in Corfu.

Renting a Boat Independently

Did you know that on many of the islands in Greece, you can hire a boat yourself and rip around the coastline? Even if you don’t have a boat license?! We first heard about this when we were on a tour with Luxury Island Events on Zakynthos Island, and knew we had to give it a try somewhere.

For our 10 year anniversary, we did just that. We drove to the northeastern side of Corfu and met up with the rental company. After a very casual signing of documents and a once-over of the boat, we were set. The boat was 45 horsepower and could have fit six people, four comfortably.

Renting a boat is a great way to see the coastline of Corfu

Whizzing along the beautiful coastline, stopping off at seaside taverns for food and drinks, and mooring up at secret coves to jump in the Ionian Sea, how fun is that?!

Hiring a car is a must for getting around the island and seeing the interior, but hiring a boat is an excellent way to explore the coastline.

We booked with Agni Boats ([email protected]).

We paid €80 for the boat in the offseason / shoulder season (would be €120 in the high season)

Boat gas for a day of driving cost us €40.

Make sure there are life jackets on board and you will need your own food and water.

Highlights include the lighthouse, Rothschild Estate, chapel and underwater cave.

Have lunch at Taverna Glyfa at Nisaki, the seafood is excellent.

Pulling up to private bays is the best part about hiring your own boat!

Visiting Corfu Town

This UNESCO listed town is absolutely beautiful! Due to being under Venetian rule from the 14th century to the late 18th century, Venetian architecture can still be found on this island – especially in the capital of Corfu Town.

With Venetian style buildings, two fortresses, narrow little lanes and numerous restaurants, Corfu Town is a place you’ll want to spend some time exploring. We visited on two occasions, both times around sunset when the temperature was a bit cooler.

Strolling through the streets of the UNESCO listed Corfu Town

You’ll wander beside pastel-coloured homes with wrought-iron balconies and wooden shutters. You’ll make your way through character-filled, cobbled streets – streets so narrow that laundry can be hung on a line strung between two adjacent houses! Slender alleyways give way to open plazas filled with tables from busy restaurants spilling out onto the street.

Visit both during the day, and in the evening to see the town in two different lights. It’s one of the most romantic places we’ve been.

Parking can be hard to find in Corfu Town. Park just outside of the town itself, and walk in.

We highly recommend eating & drinking at Salto Wine Bar. Greek wines are on offer here (€20 / bottle, €5.50 / glass). Two appetizers & two mains costs us €38. Food, drinks and service are excellent.

Wander around the lanes and get lost. Visit the sights, but spend time just meandering around.

Entrance to the Old Fortress costs €6. Wear sturdy shoes and note that there’s not much shade.

Sleeping in Beautiful Accommodation

It’s a bit weird to have accommodation as a highlight of an island, but there some gorgeous options available on Corfu Island. We stayed in two beautiful properties and can recommend them both, for different reasons.

MarBella Corfu is a proper 5 star, luxury resort, complete with all-inclusive menu plans, four a la carte restaurants, four bars and a buffet style restaurant serving up fresh food for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Set just steps from the Agios Ioannis Peristeron beach, near the south end of Corfu, this is an ideal location for exploring this half of the island.

MarBella Cofru truly is a luxurious accommodation and if a resort holiday is what you’re after, then this is the place for you. We spent four nights here, but only dined at the restaurant two times – there were too many local restaurants that we wanted to check out!

The welcome drink and complimentary wine & fruit is a nice touch, the building itself is modern, and the staff here are incredibly helpful and friendly. It was the perfect place to treat ourselves for our 10 year anniversary.

Our beautiful room at the MarBella Corfu, plus the outdoor pool and meal at the Platea Greek onsite restauraunt

On the northern end of the island, we stayed for two nights at Corfu Palma Boutique Hotel, and can highly recommend it.

With just four floors, this low-rise hotel has an intimate feel. We were staying on the 4th floor in the Superior Design Suite, which was absolutely stunning. The rooms are spacious, bright and the modern decor is exquisite.

The hotel offers a gym and a spa, as well as a large outdoor pool. The only downside is that it’s not located directly on the beach, but just a few steps away. The staff here are friendly and the manager, Spyros, will make you feel very welcomed!

We thoroughly enjoyed our stay at this boutique hotel, and can recommend it based on the modern room itself, the lovely staff, the delicious food and the amenities on offer.

Our beautiful room at the Corfu Palma Boutique Hotel

If you’re interested in staying in a small apartment or guesthouse (rather than a hotel or resort) during your trip to Corfu Island, click here to search through numerous options on Booking.com.

Note: We were offered complimentary rooms at these two hotels through our partnership with Discover Greece, but we were never asked to write positively about them. All thoughts and opinions are that of Goats On The Road and were not swayed by complimentary services offered.

Going On An Olive Oil Tasting & Tour

There are over 4 million olive trees on Corfu Island, 95% of which are lianolia variety. There are a few products that Greek people have been using throughout the ages, olive oil is one of them. It has always been a big part of their diet, traditions and history. Olive groves provide jobs and food for the people, and have for many years.

Sampling the delicious premium olive oils at The Governor Mill

The Governor is a 5th generation, family run establishment on the island of Corfu. It’s one of the most awarded premium olive oils out there. Not only does the olive oil taste delicious, but it has incredible health benefits as well.

This beautiful video was shown to us at the Governor’s Mill, and although it was filmed on the island of Crete, the traditions and values place on the olive tree are the same on Corfu, and the rest of Greece.

This is one of the best day trips you can do during your stay on Corfu Island! The passion these two brothers have for their family company is inspiring. The flavour is exceptional and the health benefits are incredible! Tours cost €30 / person including olive grove and mill tour, and an olive oil tasting and seminar. To book a tour, check out their Facebook Page, their website, or call them at +30 6939334200.

Learning About Bees and Honey Production

Another Greek product that has been used for centuries is honey, both for enjoyment as well as curing of ailments. Hipocrates said that this Nectar of the Gods “cleans sores and ulcers, softens hard ulcers of the lips, heals carbuncles and running sores”. Aristotle believed that honey prolonged life.

We had heard about Mr. Honey (Panagiotis Vasilakis) from Spyros, the manager at Corfu Palma Hotel. Arriving at the office of Mr. Honey, we met a soft-spoken, chilled out man who told us his story of how he left a high-stress career in Athens for beekeeping in Corfu – a trade he knew nothing about before arriving here!

Natural beauty products are just some of the many products on offer at Mr. Honey’s bee shop

Panagiotis is passionate about beekeeping and is keen to share his knowledge about bees and honey with you. Tours here are free, including samples of honey. The shop is called MKV – Melissokomiki Kerkyras Vasilakis, which is located here.

Visiting an Ancient Monastery

There are over 800 churches and monasteries on Corfu Island! A couple of the standouts are The Vlacherna Monastery and Monastery of Paleokastritsa.

When driving south from the airport, it would be hard to miss the Vlacherna Monastery, which sits out on the water, on an island of its own. The island is actually connected to the mainland by a stone bridge which crosses the bay.

The chapel was built in 1685 and actually, this was once a nunnery monastery. These days, Vlacherna Monastery is a quiet place with cypress trees surrounding it, and dogs and cats roaming around. Fun fact, the For Your Eyes Only James Bond film had a scene set here.

The second must-see monastery is Paleokastritsa. The location of this religious site is stunning. Set on a lush hill above the beach with the same name, and surrounded by sheer cliffs and pretty bays, a visit to this monastery (which is dedicated to the Virgin Mary) is a must.

View from the Paleokastritsa Monastery

Paleokastritsa is still operating as a monastery today, and you may see a monk or two pass you by during your visit. It’s important to dress appropriately and respectfully when entering into the complex. This is a popular destination for group tours, but regardless of crowds, it’s worth a visit.

Click here to open GoogleMaps location of Paleokastritsa. Click here for Vlacherna Monastery.

Chilling Out Beachside at Paleokastritsa

While you’re in the area visiting the monastery, make sure to check out the beaches and town of Paleokastritsa. There are 6 stunning bays here, which are surrounded by olive and cypress trees. This is the perfect spot for spending the afternoon swimming, or just lazing on the beach. You’ll find numerous tavernas and restaurants here as well, including nearby Akron Beach Bar, which has a great setting for a meal, or drink.

The main beach of Paleokastritsa itself is known for being one of the best beaches in all of Greece.

Sipping on Sunset Cocktails

Located on the very northwestern tip of Corfu Island, you’ll find 7th Heaven restaurant. With expansive views from atop a cliff out to the Ionian Sea, this is the ultimate spot to watch the sun go down. It’s mostly known for being a place to grab a drink with sunset, but they also have food available.

Restaurant views

Cocktails go from around €7 and if you don’t have your own wheels, a taxi from Sidari to here is around €9. The drinks may not be the cheapest, but you’re paying for the setting. Click here to see a GoogleMaps location of the restaurant.

Swimming at the Canal d’Amour in Sidari

Speaking of Sidari, while you’re on the northern end of the island, make sure to visit the Canal d’Amour, or Love Canal. The rock formations around this area are colourful, crumbly and very unique. You’ll find people laying on the beach, or jumping off of the cliffs into the clear water.

There’s a canal here, which leads under the cliff. It’s said that if you swim through, you’ll get married soon. Whether or not that’s true, it’s still a cool thing to do. You won’t be fully submerged in water either, and will be able to breathe the whole time. Plus, the canal isn’t very long.

Swimming around the cliffs at Sidari is a must!

On a windy day, the waves can be a bit rough here if you’re planning to take a boat around the coast, but being at the beach is fine. You’ll find numerous hotels, restaurants and tavernas in the town of Sidari, making this the perfect spot to spend the afternoon, or longer.

Mountain Biking Around Corfu

Try to peel yourself away from the beautiful beaches and the romantic towns to get some exercise! Renting a mountain bike to explore either independently, or on a tour is an excellent way to see the off track interior of the island.

Regardless of whether you’re a beginner or more advanced, there’s a route for you. Check out the guys at The Corfu Mountain Bike Shop to rent a GIANT bike, or book a tour.

Indulging in a Decadent Meal

If you’re looking for a fine dining experience, make sure to visit Etrusco Restaurant in the town of Dassia. Michelin Starred chef, Ettore Botrini is an Italian Corfiat, with three restaurants in Greece – Corfu, Rhodes and Athens.

This highly acclaimed chef knows presentation! Each and every dish comes out perfectly manicured, with a story behind each plate. The outdoor dining area is surrounded by trees and pretty pink bougainvillea flowers. Plus, the kitchen is behind a large window, so you can watch all of the action unfold while you wait for your food.

Dining at the famous Etrusco Restaurant, by Michelin Starred Chef, Ettore Botrini

You can order a la carte, or choose from one of three set menus: First Face, My Origins or Zenith. All three have the option of including a wine pairing and go for around €70 – €160 for 7 – 12 courses, so it’s definitely a “special occasion” kind of place for most (including us). Click here to find Etrusco Restaurant on GoogleMaps, and click here to make a reservation and see the menus on offer.

Ready to Travel to Corfu Island?

Since Corfu is so close to mainland Europe, getting here is easy as well. You can take a quick flight from anywhere in Europe, with a short layover in Athens, or if you’re flying from North America, you’ll need to stop over in Europe before continuing on to Corfu. Check out Aegean Airlines for flights, or search engines such as Kayak.com and Google Flights.

If you’re nearby, you could also take a boat to Corfu Island! Hop over by boat from Albania or Italy.

With so many islands available to visit in Greece, it can be hard to decide which one to choose. If you’re interested in beautiful beaches, excellent restaurants, religious sites, culture & history and stunning accommodations, then Corfu Island is for you.

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