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Turkey - Ramadan Bayram and beyond

Of course, when we booked our holiday we had completely forgotten that our stay would coincide with the end of Ramadan - four days of public holiday.  Mr Erdogan has increased the number of holidays....  This is a continuation of last week's post. Shaun has now gone home, so it is now Philosopher and me. The numbers of Turkish holidaymakers drastically increased, but has now dropped off again as the holiday period finishes.
     You wouldn't actually know it had been Ramadan here -  the cafes and restaurants still served plenty of food and drink to folk who clearly were not observant Muslims.  Skimpy bikinis are still worn by virtually everyone on the beach. We have only seen two burkinis so far.
     I suspect many that come here, like us, avoiding the big resorts, are some of the Turkish '48%'. (48.7% voted 'No' in the recent Referendum about giving the President more powers). I will write more about this when I get home.
     Here, our landlord Derya is som…

Time out in Turkey... just too much happening back in Britain

The trouble with writing a blog that covers current topical issues is that it gets out of date so quickly.... The General Election was only a fortnight ago, but seems an age. Since then we've had the truly terrible Grenfell Tower fire, an attack at Finsbury Park Mosque by a white terrorist, and the start of the Brexit talks. It was a relief to fly out of the UK and arrive in Cirali, Turkey. See previous posts!     Firstly, people say 'aren't you nervous, going to Turkey?' Nervous of what, pray?  We are substantially safer here than we would be in the UK.  Turkey is a vast country, and the coastal areas are very different from Istanbul and Ankara.  Cirali is a quiet, sleepy village, 7km down a steep, narrow winding road from the main highway to Antalya, approx 1.5 hours drive away..... Our plane was absolutely heaving with cut-price Brits going for cut-price packages in the resorts around Antalya. Think bulkhead-to-bulkhead screaming kids for four hours.... Here, it is…

South of England Show, Race for Life....political turmoil....

The government is in chaos, country is on its knees, but what is Battleaxe going to write about? There has been so much going on, including the South of England Show in Ardingly last week, and on Sunday, I joined our WI team for the Race for Life in Alexandra Park.     The Ardingly Show is a big thing for the WI - a very traditional tea and cakes marquee combined with a craft/cake competitive show.  The tent is always packed - the women who run it work amazingly hard.
    As usual, our gang entered lots of classes. However, this meant that friend Jan and I had to firstly, go over there last Tuesday to set out our entries - leaving at 6.45am, then we had a coach trip on Thursday (Election Day), and finally the two of us went over on Saturday to pick all the stuff up.
    However, we won two first prizes, and two Highly Commended - one of which was for a story I did about the ghost of Emily Davison visiting some young person who wasn't planning to vote.... very topical.

Garden day at Winchelsea Beach

Had a nice outing on Saturday to visit a selection of gardens at Winchelsea Beach, open in aid of St Michael's Hospice. Philosopher and I have walked there many times and admired the houses, and this was our chance to get beyond the garden gates...     We went with friends Jan and Tom - we drove Tom to a boatyard in Rye first, because he wanted to do something or other on his boat - varnish? Scranlet.....?  Do you remember last summer we took a boat trip from Bodiam along the River Rother with Jan and Tom as a birthday treat - and Tom saw this boat for sale?  Well, readers, he bought it.  It spent the winter in the boatyard, had things done to its bottom and so forth, and then sadly, Tom knackered up his hip and had to have a big operation so it has not yet been out on the river. The boatyard was interesting - that's the old Ferryman's cottage above, here's a good view of masts etc., and then the boat itself....

    However, it transpired that the boatyard bloke was no…

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