Having had one of my rising young up-shoots cut down in its prime, closely followed by a kindly meant but spirit-sapping reminder of which end of life’s yardstick I now teeter on, I was feeling a trifle mopey. Encouraging comments on my last post plus the fact that J and I were off to do a bit of exploring helped restore my perspective.
So it was that we left warm and sunny Muğla and headed north towards the Gulf of Edremit, the Kaz Mountains and vistas new. The place we are staying is a little gem, an oasis in a desert of mediocrity – more about it later. What I want to share with you are three moments in space and time, separated by a few hours and a few kilometres.
Here’s the first, taken yesterday, near Edremit:
it starts to rain
. . and then some
. . and then some more
The roads were like skating rinks; running with slurry from a season of dust and oil.
. . and the second, taken today at Assos. The sun was shining, it seemed like a good option:
. . and rained
. . and the third, also taken today. We decided to dry out in the car en route to the historic village of Adatepe – the sun was shining once again, it promised to be . . .
. . sat in the car and admired the new river flowing down the village street
We slunk out, defeated! On the way back down the mountain we passed Zeus’s altar, the old ‘Thunder Gatherer’ was said to have sat up here and watched the Battle of Troy. I, for one, believe not a word of it, there were times when you couldn’t see 50 metres up the road! When we got back to our idyllic hotel, the sun had shone all day in a lovely blue sky dotted ‘with white fluffy clouds in a cluster, hanging on the breeze to dry.’
There’s a prize for the first smart-arsed comment, but you won’t like it when I squeeze!!
Alan Fenn, Sazlı Köyü