Sunday, December 24/2017

Bill and Jane collect us at eleven and we head for North Cyprus, in what has become a Christmas tradition. For a small island, Cyprus has quite varied landscape.  So even on this drive of about an hour we drive through country fields, across broad plains, over a mountain pass, and down to the sea. We follow the north coast west to Girne - that’s its Turkish name. Known more frequently to us by the Greek, Kyrenia. Ship Inn caters mainly to tourists, and at Christmas is usually filled with British visitors, with a sprinkling of expats. Noticeably less full this year. Shame, because the weather is lovely. On the way in to dinner I recognise a lady definitely older than me. You’re the dancer! She and her husband were superb jivers last New Year’s Eve. Really a pleasure to watch. Nice that they’re back.