Signs of Summer.

Summer arrived last week.  The first charter flights of the year started landing at Bodrum airport. The first cruise liner docked and filled the town with visitors on a day that was already heaving with free-concert goers and the sun not only came out, but warmed us up so much that even those who doggedly hang on to their jackets all through April had to abandon long sleeves or melt. Our daily dog walks along the beach were shelved as the bikini clad began to stake their claim on the sand and anyway Jake looks rather overdressed in his long winter coat among the half naked.  A few hardy souls were even swimming.  The prospect of summer coming reminds me of summer past, especially of our old friends Kath and Dave who spent some of their epic road trip with us and let us join them in their adventure.  I don't have to look far to think of them as their gift to us is growing just outside the window; a young lime tree bearing at least twenty tiny fruit.  By any reckoning that should be good for a few months supply of gin and tonic and the odd Thai curry.

Cheers to good friends. 

A lime tree, a rare sight in Bodrum.

Tarting up carries on with the cruise ship in the background

Red sky at night

(I tempted fate by writing this post - the wind has now blown the clouds in and cardies and jackets are back on.)