The roads may change, the weather may change and the people in Cyprus may change, but my Grandparents’ house and garden will forever stay the same. Their property in Cyprus is timeless to me. Years have passed since we played in their garden as kids but it feels like yesterday we were running around, sunbathing on the veranda watching the world go by, and eating figs straight from the tree.
It was lovely spending the day with my family. My Grandad always used to be so tall and proud, it’s nice to see me catching up with him.
My grandma is so funny. Her spoken English isn’t very good because it’s been a long time since she’s lived in the UK but she tries. Like any Greek Yiayia, she only speaks the language of food, where the conversation will always end up with her telling me how to cook something.
Here are some photos I took today that depict their garden, with the same olive trees and purple flowers growing, and the same sheltered area my grandad built himself with dried marrow hanging down with plants.