Alas I am abandoned, albeit temporarily. Liam has dashed home to Londra on a mercy mission to look after his Mother while Liam Senior is in hospital having his arthritic knee repaired. My delicate and kindly Mother-in-Law is as Irish as a dainty shamrock. She and I gossip about the silly twists in Corrie and I make her giggle when I gently tease about her youthful antics when she used to climb over the convent wall to attend the local dance.
To distract me from my solitude I joined Greg and Sam on their weekly visit to a Pazar. They were in desperate need of soft fruit for the last batch of their winter preserves. After filling their shopping trolley with fruity seasonal goodies we ventured onwards for a bracing ramble across the desolate, windswept headland between Bodrum and Gümbet. We toured the tumble down windmills, now sadly derelict save for a solitary Turk we found self-abusing in one of them. Apparently, local men go there after dark. I wonder why.
3 thoughts on “Home Alone”
Find your way to the ones between Derekoy and Gumusluk – you will find, dare I say, an ageing hippy living happily with his dog(s) in a windmill which he has restored and converted – in summer he even has a paddling pool in his walled garden! One of the most bizarre things I have stumbled upon on the peninsula …..
What a fantastic idea. A bit like converting a lighthouse or an oast house.