After much soul searching, the proposed trip to Istanbul is on.
Reactions were evenly divided between those who thought like me that one should not go to a country with such appalling breaches of human rights, and those who felt like me that the political climate in Turkey was not going to improve in my lifetime and I should seize what might be my last chance to see Istanbul. After all, I have already left it too late to visit Damascus and probably Petra.
So, on 18 October I fly to Istanbul, with Jude and family arriving two days later.
Meanwhile they are enjoying some splendid sun in France, where the recent excesses are over; instead we have the usual daytime temperatures just topping 30 degrees and then cooler nights.
Interestingly now the normal weather pattern is restored, insect life has woken up: for the first time this summer we are being besieged by the usual visious Insects which the locals call moustiques (mosquitoes) but which I would describe as a hot weather cousin of the Scottish midge.