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Nature is fighting back. It's been twenty one years since we decided to tame a piece of virgin land by creating a house and ga...

When we built our house we planted a row of Oleanders along the retaining wall. The trees, now 20 years old, are a riot of white and pink...

Mossies have always been a pest in Bodrum and I've learnt to cover up or retreat indoors at dusk to avoid them.  In the village...

Bodrum residents are furious that their Mayor, Mehmet Kocadon, is still in gaol having been refused bail. The smiling face of Mr Ko...

I was always impressed at Julian, Dick, Anne and George's success at procuring ginger beer from random farmhouses on their adventures...

I've arrived back in Bodrum, as befits the title of this blog, but I seem to have left my brain in the U.K. It may be the sudden...

I like small airports, the sort that are all on one floor, with a minimum of doors, desks and shops. I'm in one now: Inverness. It’s...

In the 30 odd years of traveling back and forth to Bodrum, one item in my luggage doesn't change - dead pig. Despite the arrival of larg...

You may have noticed that my last 3 posts are a bit lacking in the editing department and rather varied of font.  I'm surprised they ev...

I   flew from Bodrum airport’s new terminal last week. Open only a week, it seemed to have all systems up and running and, apart from th...