We’ve had another camera installed over there. It’s a dome camera, with pan and tilt, which can be controlled in real time via our phones, the closest we’ll get to tele-transportation for now.

Amusingly, it also has motion-detection, so whenever a moth flutters past, it triggers a notification on our phones, prompting us to peer into our living room to see what’s going down.

Naturally, this has us pining after our life there, wishing that it was more easily in reach. Hearing me this evening, my wife says to me, “Why don’t you go and stay for a while?”

I must confess that I’m tempted, although not just yet, for we haven’t had a heat source installed. But in spring, yes perhaps I will. To jump on a plane, in term time, when tickets are less expensive certainly has its appeal.

I could easily survive, living for a while in that house on the hill. My smattering of broken Turkish is sufficient to keep myself fed, carried up and down those winding roads by taxi.

The more I think about it, the more appealing it becomes. I could do it, seeking a change of scenery. Whether I will: only time will tell. But, for sure, I am being called back.

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