An iPhone picture again this week, I’m afraid, but it depicts a genuinely renewing experience. This was the beach by the aforementioned geometric hotel in Turkey: as you can see, there were no crowds and no frills to speak of, but all I wanted was the warm, clear water and the shade of the juniper trees. 
Three days of swimming in the Aegean and knitting on the sand is all you need to make you feel like a new person.
Biographia Domestica
An ex-librarian, at home with books, tea and cake, and far too much yarn.
Biographia Domestica 
Oh my. That looks rather nice. You should definitely be able to get that on the NHS.
It was, as they say round these parts, lush. It would probably have been a nightmare in the summer, but in November, it was calm, solitary and blissful. The on-tap Turkish coffee, lokum and wine didn’t hurt either…