To rescue me from a life of drudgery and chores, delicious vetpat Vicky invited me to brunch at Musto’s Restaurant, our favourite Bodrum eatery. We were joined by a retired thespian and impresario (who shall remained nameless to save his blushes) and his Turkish partner. They’d jetted down from Istanbul for the weekend. We took our ringside seats to watch the spills and thrills of the Turkish Air Force Aerobatic Team – the Turkish Stars – who performed their madcap supersonic routine above our heads. The low rise, high octane precision performance was loud and fabulous. The ear-splitting gig wasn’t entirely a surprise since the boys with their toys had spent a few days practising beforehand – clipping mobile phone masts and setting off car alarms. Catching a snap proved elusive as the magnificent men in their flying machines criss-crossed the firmament. The romantic finale was a hazy heart etched into the sky that seemed a fitting tribute to the Istanbul lovers. We feasted on a delicious Turkish breakfast banquet that just kept on coming and spent the sunny afternoon chatting and drinking the magical stories from the thesp’s days treading on the boards.
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