said Mr Gibbs. At least he must have, I found it scribbled on a post-it this evening stuck to the fridge. He flew over for his tea last night and we rearranged the furniture in each others heads. There may have been champagne. Goodness, I never thought of putting that sofa under the window.
Antalya, Turkey. We were on the descent towards the final denouement certainly. As demonstrated because we parted for the first time without a kind word to each other. Turned around and cycled off. I stared at his back. Then turned around and cycled off in the other direction. Antalya was thrilling, cacophonous. The light was wonderful. I walked for miles and shot rolls and rolls of film. Lost to it, elated. Nothing exists in a vacuum. Thats someone elses line. Or is it 'survives'? I cant recall.