We stopped for Nescafes in a cafe overlooking a sparkling cove - an intricate web of vines shaded us from the sun - the vine tendrils were like delicate corkscrews -
At Akbuk, fishing boats were moored to ramshackle piers of sun bleached wood. -
Huge clouds rose above the mountains -
We swam in the sea, far out into the bay - the clouds cleared - tiny fish darted around our toes -
We lay on the warm pebbly beach - our eyes were closed - my heart danced within my chest -
When we got up, small pebbles were stuck to our backs and legs -
It was as though we had been decorated with smouldering gems -
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