I check the hotel reservation I made last night and discover I’ve been misled! The one I thought was in a suburb of Kütahye is actually in a place 20km the wrong direction. The site want to charge me €25 to cancel so I fire off emails to the hotel and the website and cross my fingers. (I’ve just read that Dario defo died yesterday – I remember going to see “Can’t pay, Won’t pay” when I was a student nurse and that seems apt).
I set off and regret what I said about ‘no road kill’ yesterday. Today’s tally equals one squashed hedgehog, one dead dog and one very dead badger. Conclusion? Drivers of cars and lorries are letha.l – especially when they are using their mobile phones whilst driving, or drinking alchohol whilst driving or both. Put that together with all the exploded tyres I see at the verge (resembling dead black crows with their bits of metal sticking up like feet and flapping rags and feathers of rubber and I begin to suspect I’m doomed, riding along the verge of this motorway.
This past week has consisted of getting down and dirty with the D-650, a wide dual carriageway with big shoulders, stretching like a ribbon across broad plains of yellow and ploughed brown with occasional truffula trees. There’s a haze of mountains in the distance.
I saw an eagle. That was exciting! But it was at the wrong end of the telescope. He looked big though, and sat on a rock surveying his terrain. There must be some small mammals around, to keep him filled. (Actually - it was yesterday - see photos!).
A newly retired Terri following her heart into a world of woolly creativity. Live the dream