Back in the halcyon days of my youth when I thought I was god’s gift to the British Army there was a guaranteed greeting to be had from the regulars down at my local watering hole whenever I came home on leave. ‘Blimey! You’re here again. When are you going back?’ These days the same question is getting asked whenever J and I re-emerge at this end of the ‘rabbit hole’.
My answer remains much the same, ‘As soon as I’ve done my dhobi, given my back a break and caught up with the MotoGP, I’m out of here!’
Don’t get me wrong, J and I love Okçular. This village is a big part of us and represents much of what we love about living in Turkey. I’ll come back to that shortly, first I want to fill you in on where we are at back at the cabin.
You may recall that our friends had returned to Dalyan and we were about to have our neighbour, an expert in these things, come in and fix up our irrigation system. It took him two days and I have to tell you it is a triumph! Even some of the wild roses we transplanted are in the loop!
up and running
Now we no longer have to worry about the fifty-something trees we’ve planted so far. We can come and go as we please and there are no more major tasks to be completed – the pressure is off and everything now feels much more relaxed and tranquil.
Meanwhile, back here in Okçular, what a difference ten days away makes in the springtime.
Judas Tree . . and much else beside.
There was also a visit to Kocadere Valley and our village primary school by students from the International School in Istanbul. It’s an annual thing that is organised by our friend Begüm and involves leading the group of about sixty young people to the valley and discussing the environment and such. It was a very pleasant stroll and not a single complaint about ‘hot’ or ‘boring’ was heard.
A little later they joined our junior school children and talked about where they come from (so many different countries) and what they like to do, etc. It is always a treat to observe the open-eyed wonder at these exotic creatures from our children and then to see the shyness melt away as barriers come down. The students from Istanbul usually bring balls and other gifts for our school which is much appreciated and pretty soon everyone is rushing about and having a great time.
our students assemble to welcome their guests
cautious wonder . .
. . melts away into . .
. . something quite special
thanks for a wonderful experience
organiser Begüm who deserves so much of the credit
J gets a big hug from Yeliz who cares for everything else at the school apart from teaching
Alan Fenn, glad to be home in Okçular, a very special place.