They were a bit apprehensive to be told they were going to Malia in Crete. The news was not very good. It was a resort full of drunken youths in search of partying 24 hours a day.
But they worried for no reason. The early October sun was warm, the food was good and the people were lovely, and during the week they only saw one falling over drunk British girl. They saw more of those in Birmingham on a Wednesday night on Broad Street!
They did make a friend at the hotel. Devil Duck had hitched a ride in a suitcase as a stowaway and joined them on their hotel balcony for tea.
They enjoyed walks along the beach and feeling the sun shine down on their little beaks. J R in particular loved being buried in the sand, but Duck never did like the way the little grains of sand felt stuck between his feathers.
In the evening, they visited the old town in Malia for moussaka and ouzo! Well, they wanted to try the ouzo, but unfortunately J R and Duck were much too young to be partaking of that potent drink!
But after seven days of laying by the pool and relaxing, they knew they had to return to England for a long winter.
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