travels

I am hoping next year to live part-time between Manchester and Antalya. spending one month here and month there, coming and going like this. does anyone know of airlines that fly direct to Antalya from Manchester and allow cats to travel in the cabin. Also, as we are coming and going a lot...

I know the powers that be have little respect for us public when it comes to telling the truth, but behave, is this just ridiculous or from the pages of fiction? https://www.theguardian.com/world/2016/aug/04/foreign-tourists-attacked-in-western-afghanistan-says-officials

Off on my travels tomorrow, going down to London for the first time, really looking forward to it. Going down by train , staying for three nights and then back home again. We are going to try and take in a show so wish me luck in getting tickets and i'll tell you all about it on my return...

Those of you who have waited patiently for my next thrilling episode are sadly going to be disappointed. Unlike the previous installments, this is not going to be a kiss and tell because the light of my life has requested that we keep our lives private. I respect his wishes and shall endevour to...

As the weeks passed, we enjoyed picnics to the beach, days spent horse-riding, swimming and when the last of the tourist went home two whole weeks of doing anything we wanted. We could stay in bed until lunch time, go fishing, walking all without having to look at the clock, wash another glass...

Returning to England, mid April I found myself in the middle of a custody battle. My ex, despite having little or no contact with the boys for months on end suddenly decided that he and his new wife wanted sole custody. The new Mrs Dean didn't like children and the boys hated her, complaining...

Waking to the sound of rain splashing against the window, I opened one bleary eye and peered out. The early spring sunshine had vanished and in its place, a leaden sky and sheeting rain. Pulling the blankets up over my head, I snuggled back down into bed. Mehmet stirred but didn't wake up. I...

The days flew past. We had been in Kalkan a little over two weeks and met lots of new friends. One of them Yankee was the spitting image of an Aborigine and every night he and his best friend, would get roaring drunk and fight each other. On the occasions he was sober, a group of us would be...

I awoke to sun streaming through the curtains and a racket going on down below in the street. Staggering onto the balcony in my nightdress, I was amazed to see mass bands marching up the hill, schoolchildren waving flags and at the rear a squad of soldiers. I had forgotten that it was local...

On reaching the hotel, we were met by Mehmet's brother and mother. Neither looked very happy and a babble of Turkish soon told me that there were problems. Mehmet pushed his brother aside and went upstairs with the bags. I sat down while Mehmet's mum, looking very upset and flustered made çay...

All too soon, the day came to leave and return to England. The kids were as usual, upset and whilst I wanted to wail and groan with them, I knew that I would be back just twelve weeks or so further on, in the next year. It wasn't a problem or hardship taking the boys out with me on occasions...

After the events of the previous night, Mehmet and I decided after a lie-in, to have a quiet day. The boys asked to go horse-riding and Mehmet took them over the road, making arrangements for them to be dropped off at the hotel, when they had finished. There was only a week and a few days left...

Arriving home, I booked flights for the boys and me for the end of September. We were going for a month. The days flew past and soon we were boarding the plane at Gatwick. We arrived on time, stepped into the bright sunshine and Mehmet was once again waiting. We had been in touch by phone calls...

Strange as it may seem the relationship between Mehmet and I returned to exactly how it was before he cheated on me. Despite being apart for nearly six months, we picked up exactly where we left off. After an initial contact from him some four months after he dumped me, I made him wait a further...

The Physical change in Mehmet was unbelievable. No longer was he the laughing, happy boy I fell in love with, but became morose, surly and spent long periods deep in thought. I walked on eggshells for the first five days, then grasping the bull by the horns told him that, like it or lump it...

Driving out of Istanbul on the huge Paummukale Coach, we passed hundreds of mosques, shanty towns, tower blocks which stood taller than anything I had ever seen, little farm settlements and miles and miles of motorway. We passed the infamous ‘Bayram Pasha' prison, where Midnight express was...

How I expected my life to return to normal after that holiday, I don't know and it never did. Spending time alone with Mehmet made me realize that I no longer wanted to be a domestic goddess, who simply raised two children, worked for pocket money, kept a neat and tidy house, cooked uneaten...

When Cathy and I arrived at the airport in September, it was hot. Neither of us had been out in such temperatures before and it was uncomfortable and clammy. We didn't need to buy a visa this time round, as a visa is valid for six months and we would be returning to England before the expiry...

Going Back All too soon, the holiday came to an end. Cathy and I had arranged to come back in September that year, without the children. None of the children wanted to go home and all five of us would have happily stayed the summer, autumn and winter. Alas, there was marriage problems to be...

Birthday Party Three days later, it was time to have the children's birthday party. All the boys were born within two weeks of each other, making April and May a constant stream of choccy eggs at Easter and unlimited parties, presents, magicians and Bouncy castles. For the first time in years...