Fifty-four years down, who know how many to come, yesterday was my birthday. There was cake and everything.
We had breakfast and coffee in Silifke, a quick Guinness in Taşucu, and a couple of Efes on the beach in Kum Mahellesi, before heading home for dinner and cake.
I don’t know how I will celebrate my next birthday. Probably in London, but where exactly is part of year 55’s great adventure.