Postcard from Zakynthos

I went on holiday and I didn't take my camera - on purpose. We had a last minute deal, cheap sun and sea but no culture to speak of. Which in a way was a relief, I spend so much time snapping photographs and researching locations that to know I was going to a resort where all I had was a beach and a hotel room to look at felt like a real break from everything. I mean, at the time I didn't realise that whilst away The Daily Mail were going to contact me about my last article, say they loved it and tell me they'd be publishing their own version but promise to credit me, then go on to publish it without any credit at all, to go on to delete any comments made on the article to that effect, to lie to me about why comments were removed, to refuse to acknowledge I was their source despite them telling me so in writing originally, and to demonise the people living in the property to a point that they have almost definitely put a stop to my hopes of working with the owners to restore the houses. I didn't know THAT was going to disrupt my holiday, but who would?

Anyway, to my surprise there were a few points of interest that I kind of wish I had my camera for, the poor economy in Greece means building projects are invariably abandoned before completion so there were a few shopping centres halfway through having their escalators installed that are now just covered in gigantic dust sheets and shut down. There were structures around the town that were empty concrete shells, on their way to becoming a bar, a house, a shop, and then there was a part completed hotel that I couldn't resist going to explore. I took a few shots on my phone as it was quite a magical place - up on the roof, or strolling through the gardens picking plums and lemons off the trees. The main building was sealed and ready to go - a TV in the lounge, tables and chairs prepared for breakfast, and when trying to get closer I realised there were some people living inside as property guardians, but the second building was some self catering villas that were totally deserted and I was able to get inside and on to the roof.

Then after all my exploring I got a phone call from the BBC asking me to prerecord an interview with them about public art for the Allan Beswick breakfast show, I've got to say sitting on a balcony at sunrise in 30 degree heat was much easier than my last appearance on Allan's show - knees knocking together on location in the city centre at 5:30am during winter...