Later today I simagehall be taking my mother Loula on a trip to Northern imageGreece,  on a trip down Memory Lane, to re-visit her  childhood places, during a time when Greece was ravaged by civil war, as well as World War 11 .

I just adore being in Greece. I love the smells of the warm pine leaves and the sound of the bouzouki, the country’s rich culture and history and its warm hearted people, as well the deep blue sea and sky. And of course, the Greeks invented many things so important in our lives today, including the wheel, which Shirley Valentine reminds us of so brilliantly.

Did you know there was an Ellee in Greek mythology? I have seen a unique painting of it in a restaurant in Volos. Mythology says that I have a brother called Frixos and our father was a Greek God who remarried, but the wicked step-mother plots our death, she is jealous of his affection for us. So Ellee and Frixos plan their escape on the ram with the golden fleece. As they fly high above the Aegean, they are warned not to look down. Only the temptation is too much for Ellee, she cannot resist and falls deep into the sea. I believe the area is known as the stunning Elounda Bay in Crete. I have a photo somewhere in my loft of that special painting of Ellee and Frixos holding on tight to the ram, her hair blowing back in the wind, unaware of the fate that lay ahead.

I do have an interesting family history which I should record. My mother’s uncle married into the Onassis family and his wife and other relatives were murdered by the Turks in Smyrna in the 1920s. I’m afraid we have no contact with the Onassis dynasty, my mother’s remaining relatives moved to New York and were looked after by Aristotle. I also have a Greek great-aunt who reportedly became a nun.

Because my mother married so young and moved to England where she has lived for so many years, she sadly feels she has no roots, she feels neither Greek nor English. She also has a great voice and loves singing and as soon we arrive, I shall find some music on the car radio as I drive us to our idyllic hotel by the sea.

This next week is Loula’s week when she can speak her native tongue again and forget her worries. It will hopefully be a week of laughter and discovery, of adventures and relaxation too.

The best thing is not knowing what mysteries lie ahead ……

Do you have special memories of holidays in Greece? Which is your favourite place?