Mediterranean Morning

14 Jun


It’s been a while since we woke to the sound of a cockerel crowing. To be honest, it could get a bit annoying if we were anchored off a pretty harbour in Greece, particularly if the music bars had kept us awake into the wee small hours, only to be woken what felt like minutes later by a territorial bird.
Today it said only one thing – we were back in the Med. Not Greece, however, but neighbouring Turkey and we weren’t afloat. The sea was tantalisingly close, the boats already making there way across the bay, the water that particular shade of blue that calls to everybody. It didn’t take us long to be winding our way towards it.


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