‘Oh, shut up you boring old fart!’ said J not long ago in response to a very modest bit of pedantry from me. ‘£$<% off yourself my Little Nest of Vipers!’ retorted I. Such can be the level of discourse after a day shut indoors by torrential downpours. We get ‘stir-crazy’! Do not be distressed dear reader, there is usually a twinkle in the eye behind the venom. Plus, if Wikipedia is to be believed (and I do), ‘boring old fart’ is often used as a colloquial term of endearment and so I choose to give J the benefit of the doubt(s). Especially if she hasn’t been able to tend her compost heaps for a few hours!
John Major – a Boffer of distinction
Anyway, with our area enjoying the second highest rainfall in Turkey after the Black Sea region, torrential rain is fairly normal here. Wikipedia, and others who copy and paste these things, give us an average of 48 and a half inches during the winter months. Four feet give or take half an inch. Let me tell you, it’s more like five to six feet – just go ask those who chose to build their houses down on Okçular’s flood plain!
So, first it rains . .
. . and the fields look like this:
. . and then the sun comes out and it looks like this:
No wonder, regardless of the weather, our neighbours always smile and say ‘Okçular, çok güzel!’ (chok gewzel) – ‘Okçular is very beautiful!’
Damn right! Have you seen my Fred Astaire impersonation? Or was it Gene Kelly?
Alan Fenn, Okçular Köyü