It isn’t until you come home from a warm country and you look back at your photographs that you really appreciate a nice climate. Although I’m still exhausted from the extended trip home (due to industrial action by French air traffic control personnel) my memories of Turkey are still in the forefront of my mind. It’s quite surreal looking at my tanned hands in the English rain, almost dreamlike. It’s nice to be home with my Mowgli and a familiar culture but I’m glad I went. And I hope the present unrest in that lovely part of the world eases soon and the people can return to their peaceful lives.