Posted on April 5, 2009 at 10:02am
i set off early in the morning just before dawn. The mist of Avalon had
descended, casting a thick blanket over the familiar Somerset
countryside . Locked inside the protective shell of my trusty, rusty
old rover, my heart threatening to skip a beat, all thoughts were of
Istanbul and the huge car bombs that had detonated the previous day.
"Ah but I'm heading for Cappadocia hundreds of miles to the East" I sought to reassure… Continue