Nysse is out all night and half the day, hunting rats. Ingrid spotted him with a big rat in his mouth a few weeks ago, and my brother saw him take another one while he was cat-sitting and we were away on Santorini.

When he comes home, he eats, and then conks out on the carpet or a sofa somewhere. When it’s this hot, a sleeping cat looks a bit like a limp rag.

It’s hot and I have no appetite.

Leftover midsummer cake and a smoothie counts as dinner, right? At least while I’m on vacation.

I generally enjoy mending clothing. Some mending projects are creative, some are meditative, some quick and simple because I just want to get my favourite socks back into rotation.

And then there is this one. I’ve been procrastinating about it for at least a year because I just know it’s going to take forever and not be any fun.

This is a cashmere cardigan from a Hong Kong-based clothing brand. I was going to say it’s a favourite cardigan of mine but really by now I pretty much only have favourite cardigans. It’s the first and pretty much only high-end fashion item I ever bought, way back in London, and was the most expensive piece of clothing I owned for a long time. Taking inflation into account, it still might be. I just loved it from the moment I laid my eyes on it.

I’ve patched the elbows and redone the cuffs already but now the bias tape facing is completely worn through, to the point where it looks so shabby and tatty that I can’t wear it among people.

I have more of the silk fabric I used for the cuff facing. And now I’m on vacation and I have the time. So it’s time to get it done.

The problem with the silk I have is that it’s stiff, and expensive. The normal kind of material to use for facing is bias tape, cut on the diagonal, which makes it easier to shape around curves. But buying enough of the silk to cut bias tape from it would be horrendously expensive, so I have to just use normal horizontal strips. Which are being the opposite of supple and flexible here. Stiff as a stick.

And it’s so many tiny stitches. Two and a half metres, I measured the whole facing to. It’s going to take forever.

I’d be willing to throw it out and buy a new one if I could, but they don’t even make this model any more, or anything close to it, so even that isn’t an option. Just grit my teeth and get it done.

Having made three casual summer dresses all from the same pattern, making one more with sleeves (for cold season, office use) didn’t feel difficult at all. Now I wish I’d taken a close-up photo of the fabric, though. It looks nice from this distance but the colours and the pattern are stunning up close.

I was going to sew but Nysse felt like asserting his territorial claim over the materials on the dining table.

The darning here is basically rebuilding the towel, and from a practical point of view it’s probably not worth the effort, but it’s very meditative work.

We missed midsummer, but I guess this could be annandag midsommar?

Everybody gets their favourites. Devilled eggs, mini-quiches with leeks and cherry tomatoes, silltårta. And elderflower cordial and strawberries of course.

If you think the amount of devilled eggs looks a bit over the top then we agree. But our first attempt at the filling came out too runny so we had to boil more eggs and add more yolks to the filling to make it firmer. They make for excellent leftovers for breakfast, though.

Today is leaving and flying home day, so we’re not doing anything exciting. Here are some photos of our lovely hotel instead. Hotel Andreas in Kamari. Great location, wonderful environment and ambience, good beds, great service, decent breakfast.



I think we had the best room in the whole place, with a balcony facing the beautiful, lush front garden with bougainvilleas and lemon trees and cactuses and umbrella trees.

Breakfast in the garden was a very pleasant start for every day.

We are sort of running out of hikes on this island. I can understand why many hiking holidays combine half a week on Santorini with half a week on Naxos. I did find one more promising walk near Kamari, though. Not to any place special – just from one village to another.

Small cobbled streets, ordinary small houses, no crowds. Nice.

I made a serious tactical miscalculation, though. The walk was less than 5 km, which is far less than we usually walk, so I thought we could do it there and back again. Start in Kamari, walk to the other village, turn around and walk back home again.

What I didn’t take into account was the heat, firstly, and secondly the altitude gain. The other village was up on a bit of a hill. And climbing a hill in this heat was more than we could do. The first bit was flat, but after 10 or 15 minutes of climbing, and realizing that we still had at least another hour of that ahead of us, we gave up.

At that point we’d reached a small plateau on the hillside with pretty nice views – looked like a local picnic spot – so we felt like we’d walked to some place at least, not just nowhere, and we were all very much OK with turning back, after admiring and photographing the views.

After all the walking and touristing – the boat ride was surprisingly tiring and we walked more steps than we had thought – we took the day off today and just hung on the beach. Well in shade under large parasols, because none of us particularly wanted to get sunburned. Good books, smoothies and other snacks, and even a little bit of bathing.