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| Our usual Mediterranean gear?? |
What a difference a week makes! We remain in Fethiye to wait for Cathy’s sister Marion and her husband John to arrive on 3rd October. The moment they arrive in the early hours one morning after a long drive from Antalya, a fierce northeasterly plunges the temperature to the low teens, and we have to dig out our jeans and fleeces.
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| View of Yes Marina, Fethiye |
We decide to wait until the wind abates to make the long trip down to Kas, especially as poor Marion had seriously bruised her ribs falling from her horse just three days before and wouldn’t appreciate a rough ride. The wind made our berth at Yes Marina very uncomfortable and after a sleepless night feeling like we were crossing the Channel, Marion and Catherine checked into a local pension to get a peaceful night, leaving John and Leighton onboard. That’s a first!
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| John dreaming of his next boat-building project? |
Leaving Fethiye, we had a very brisk sail towards Gemiler but before we reach the Seven Capes the wind’s gone and we motor the rest of the way to Kas, pushed on by a dying swell. At least it’s getting warmer. A rolly sail the next day takes us to Kekova and we finally start to relax.
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| AAhh......Kekova........heaven |
A good dose of sunshine and a bit of gentle walking is the perfect tonic for Marion’s bruised ribs, and she manages remarkably well given a boat isn’t the most comfortable environment.
Past Bunda Burun, Finike comes into view. We call up Setur marina on the VHF to let them know we’re approaching. Their crackling reply echoes across the cockpit, ‘Makarma, this is Setur Marina, welcome back.’ It is six months and over 1,000 miles since we left in April.
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| The marina dogs are underwhelmed to see us |
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| Pleased to be home |
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