In the club

Welcome to the Indigo Beach Club where we’re having a day away from the seclusion of our villa. (Thanks to Coleraine’s very own Morag Haslam for the tip).

Everyone’s had a swim out to that floating platform thingy you can see in the distance and, as luck would have it, all made it safely back.

Jamie and Charlotte have also taken jumps from a great height. Here’s him.

And here’s her.

Earlier, we visited Kalkan’s weekly market where this nice belt man sold me two of his products - one for Jamie, one for me - for 1000 Turkish Lira, the equivalent of £10.

He originally wanted to charge 1200 Turkish Lira because they were leather. To underline the quality of the items, he fired up a cigarette lighter to demonstrate that they could not burn. “These, leather, very good,” he explained. Then, grabbing hold of a pair of alternative belts, he added: “These plastic, cheap shite.” So we went for the leather ones - and he didn’t get his extra 200 Turkish Lira. We ate out last night at a rooftop restaurant where, according to Jamie, the food was even better than the Nob fayre we had in Istanbul.

Tonight we’re thinking BBQ again accompanied by too much wine with a late night dip likely to follow. This time next week we’ll have been back for three days and the trip may seem like a distant memory - so we intend to completely tear the arse out it before then.