Friday, February 6/2015

 Three o'clock is an indecent time to get up. Taxi to the airport. Then the unhappy discovery that J has left his glasses behind. Full flight back - looked like it wasn't going to be but then we were joined by a number of people who had apparently got on the wrong bus and consequently the wrong plane, discovered no doubt when the competition began for seats. So a half hour late but mostly made up en route and happy to land in warm sunshine. Feels like home. Shuttle from Paphos is waiting. Fields unusually green - down to January rains?