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Patrick Leigh Fermor
He drank from a different fountain
Patrick Leigh Fermor 
Adiós, maestro. Descansa en paz.
Santiago
I set out for Kardamyli in 2004 after reading Paddy’s description in Mani. Two weeks later I had bought a piece of land outside Agios Nikolaos and set about building a house. Paddy was often in my thoughts and in those of many of the Greek friends I have made in the village over the years. On Friday 10th June my wife and I finally climbed Profitis Ilias, with a friend and guide Socrates. At the summit, Socrates produced a feast similar to the one provided to Paddy and Joan by Yorgos at the beginning of Mani. We all talked about Paddy, with Socrates agreeing that he was a great man who had lived a great life. As we descended the E4 trail we paused to look at the route over to Anavitri, again thinking of Paddy and Joan. I was in Agios Nikolaos the next day when I received the news of his death via an email from my friend Bill Geddes. Eyes full of tears, I toasted Paddy’s immortal memory with the Greeks in the Kafeneion, many of whom knew and loved him for what he represented. A truly inspiring man of courage, passion and erudition.
I was fortunate to interview him for the Guardian nearly 20 years ago, when he was given a prize for his writing about the Mediterranean by the town of Antibes in the south of France. We spent the day and evening together and I found him as irresistible a man as he was a writer. Our count of enchanting witnesses has diminished by one.
My profile of him is reprinted on my website @
http://www.julianevans.com/index.php?page_id=1000064
RIP dear Paddy
Kalo Taksidi Paddy
Tha se Thimomaste panta me agapi, antropoi san kai esena einai dyskolo na efanistoyn ksana.
Kalo sou taksidi megale file tis Ellados.
RIP dear Paddy…alongside Xan and George…you live within us now…our last great Greek…
Paddy was my great uncle, and, even as a child, I’d sit there in awe of him. To me he was beautiful and I’ve always held this opinjion, whatever his age, his charm and wit shone through.
I was lucky enough to have lunch with him at the Mill, Dumbleton in February. Although rather hard of hearing, he was 100% Paddy.
RIP A beautiful man.
I had the great good fortune to meet Sir Patrick (call me Paddy) Leigh Fermor in Kardamyli on his Name Day in November 2007, courtesy of the generous local people who included me in the invitation that he made each year to locals to join him at his home. My Dad was on Crete with the NZ 22nd Battalion and it was a great honour for me to meet Paddy and his book on the Mani is indeed the finest piece of travel writing I have ever read.
I love Patrick’s writings, for his curiosity, his enthusiasm for life, his courage, his example for all of us. He traveled and spent time in my home town in Arad, way before I was born. My wife and I were lucky last year when he allowed us to visit him in Kardamily and spend a short hour in his presence and he showed us his house. We will continue to visit Kardamily and honor this courageous, simple and kind person, and we will encourage others to discover him through his writings. He had a full and well lived long life. May he be an example for the future.
RIP Paddy. May your writings continue to give pleasure to new readers and ‘us’ old readers. Time of Gifts opened my imagination further than any book I’ve read to date. You will be missed.
This man was quite simply a writer who changed my life. There are discoveries that are milestones in our lives; for me girls, beer, Beethoven and Bach, but PLF ten years ago was possibly my last. Having scored an innings just short of a century, leavened with masterful strokes, it would be futile to only grieve. A standing ovation as he raises his bat to the pavilion. May you find peace again with Joan, Paddy.