We are getting ready to move back to the village. This always takes more time than expected because we are lazy. As befits two Pisceans sharing house, a lot of chat goes back and forth about what we're going to do, we visualise doing it and then we put it off. When we're in the country, it takes us ages to move back to town because we really love living in the village and when we're in the town, it's a wrench to move back to the countryside because we really enjoy life in Bodrum town and only move out because we don't like sharing it with all the others who arrive in the summer. We do eventually pull our fingers out and we have been paying regular visits to the village and have finally got the house spruced up. I've pulled several wheelbarrow loads of weeds out of the terrace and now there is just the pool to clean and a few bits of damp wall to touch up. Or so we thought. Yesterday we arrived to find a bit of our guest house wall missing. My first thought was, "A 12 foot giant has swung his pick-axe into the top of the wall". I admit this is not the most likely scenario. My husband, who is more worldly, immediately blamed vandals, but any vandal worth his name would not leave all windows and pot plants unharmed and chose to bring his own ladder to knock a hole like this. My thoughts then moved on to earthquakes. We've had 100s of tremors in the past month or two and last week there was quite a long 4.1 shake. Maybe this had rattled our foundations and made this bit of wall fall out. This idea was entertained for a few minutes but we've had bigger earth tremors without any damage to the building and a quick call to the village confirmed that no one had suffered any damage. Teo got the ladder out to look a bit closer. Could an inept hunter have aimed for his supper and hit our house instead. Hunting this close to a house is illegal but that means nothing here, but would a shot gun cause this much damage from outside our boundary? Thinking of guns, I remembered that when I was at the house last week, a pretty lively wedding was in full swing in the village. Is our hole in the wall the consequence of too much rakı, machismo and firearms, a common mixture at local weddings? We will never know. Has anyone got any better ideas?