What can I tell you! I was christened Deborah as my Dad fell in love with the actress Deborah Kerr as a small boy at Saturday morning pictures when he saw her in the King & I; probably because she had red hair & spoke like the Queen. Although I earned my nickname, Dallas, at school when a classmate discovered his brother’s illicit stash of adult movies and thereafter the die was cast. I’m passionate about animal welfare from a family of animal lovers; our four-legged friends currently include one rescue dog, two rescue cats and two foster kitties but there’ll always be more room at the inn for those in need. In fact Didim Dog Shelter in Turkey and Woodside Animal Sanctuary in Plymouth will forever hold special places in my heart.
I first went to Turkey as a thirty something, single woman who packed her bags for what promised to be the adventure of a lifetime after having been ditched by my childhood sweetheart just a hop, jump and a skip away from the altar, to sweep my former best friend off her Jimmy Choos.
Now being a practical kind of girl, I’m not one to let a good honeymoon go to waste. Consequently, I packed myself off to Altinkum in Turkey with a friend, who hadn’t had a turn of the doorknob that is my serial shagging ex-fiancee and there my life changed forever. I met a man and decided twelve months on, after a few holidays and skyped conversations that I had nothing to lose. To be honest, shelf stacking in Tesco’s had begun to lose its glamour for me so I took the plunge and moved on.
Despite reading all the true life magazine stories warning of disastrous holiday romances with dark-eyed dancing Lotharios chasing visas and quick sex. I threw away the rule book and hooked up with a Turk, who has the sense of rhythm of a turtle (so no dancing here) and my lack of funds would ensure that a visa wasn’t going to be forthcoming for my true love anytime soon. Turkey had enchanted me, so I’m going to live the dream for as long as I can. If it’s only six months then that will be six months’ of amazing memories that I will store in my book of golden days and bring out to comfort myself when I’m in my dotage. When I suspect I will bear a strong resemblance to Miss Havisham, from Great Expectations, and smell of cat pee whilst slewed off my face on gin.
Hope to share my mad, bad and downright crazy adventures with you and the amazing people who I have been blessed to have met along the way, particularly, as a friend once told me that to enjoy the best things in life, they need to be shared, whether that’s an excellent bottle of wine or a piece of good news. And as I haven’t yet been chased out of Tinky Town (Altinkum) or our Devon village by a pitchfork wielding mob I don’t think I’ve offended anyone yet.
Want to know more about my eccentric family, neighbours and life in Turkey? Well you’ll just have start reading Crazy Train To Tinky Town which is really where my adventure began. For those of you that haven’t dipped your toes in the sparkling aquamarine waters of the Aegean; you should go.
And this is where it all started Honeymoon Stories & Tinky Town Tales and for those that like the stories about our Devon village life (including my lovely Dad & his precious allotment) you can find these on Tales From The Allotment or pop over and say hello on Facebook, G+ or Twitter. And if you like what you see spread the word!