Happiness is a bowl full of figs picked off the tree - a halloumi with mint leaves perfectly folded in the middle, the cool breeze of the morning and the lapping of the waves, the cicadas gradually getting into their pitch as they enjoy the heat and haze.
On another level, the unfettered ability to swim for miles. It's not something I have ever been able to do in Oz, though its beaches are unparalleled. The water is crystal clear, some of the micro plastic particles seems to have been cleared but they are also barren. A few years ago the urchins were plentiful, the limpets clung to the rocks, the barnacles and small fish were all around. Little sword fish, parrot fish, now there is barely anything to see. A worrying sign.
Having the boys all together is a real joy. They move rocks, make paths and steps, do gardening duties and generally help their beloved Auntie Anna. She saves the jobs for when they visit. We go for long swims and snorkels, eat with appetite and sleep fitfully.
A lump of granite we think which is now a sentinel on her beach, moved by the boys from a neighbouring beach with a well orchestrated plan of balance, towels and a canoe.
Finally, but by no means least, the unexpected but happy arrival of a baby in the family who not wanting to miss us, arrived a little early. I look forward to meeting him when in Nicosia.
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