We recently returned from a week in the supernaturally picturesque harbour town of Kas, on the Lycian coast of Turkey. Lynn and I first sampled the charms of this unspoilt resort, albeit briefly, a couple of years ago while on a touring trip around Turkey and it immediately struck us as being worthy of a more leisurely return visit.
This time we were joined by Sam, who travelled down from Sheffield to fly out with us, plus Chloë and her boyfriend Felix, currently inter-railing around Europe, who we picked up in Fethiye en route from Dalaman airport. We all parted company in a similarly fragmented style at the end of the week, Sam flying back to Leeds/Bradford, C & F continuing on to Istanbul by bus, while we returned last of all to Gatwick. Our family get-togethers are as enjoyable and precious as ever, but the logistics involved in making them happen have never been more convoluted.
It was a relatively sedentary week by our usual hyperactive standards. We still got out and about and explored the area most days, but our rented hillside apartment with its infinity pool and stunning view over the bay undoubtedly made staying put a pretty attractive option, too.
As ever, a sketchbook accompanied me for most of the trip. The subjects were occasionally more mobile than one would choose (that’s people for you) so multiple limbs and distorted anatomy abound. It’s an effect I’ve become rather fond of in these quickly-snatched drawings – a sort of static animation. There was also further evidence of an exasperating phenomenon I’ve probably mentioned before, namely the almost guaranteed certainty that a human subject on a beach, selected on the basis of their apparent state of repose and likelihood of remaining that way for the duration of a quick sketch, WILL, shortly after the first few tentative marks have been made, either completely change their position or get up and leave the scene entirely. It’s like magic – try it.
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