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I’m back at work - day 2 of the week.  I’m still dreaming at my desk, desk-dreaming if you like.

Two years ago I went on holiday with a group of people to Greece, sailing through the Ionian islands.  You can see the photos I took here.  Having had one of the best holidays ever I was sad to miss the groups voyage to the Croatian coast last year and it made me all the more enthusiastic about going to Turkey.

There is something about sailing that makes it an ultimately relaxing holiday.  I can’t put my finger on whether it was the scenery, the cooling wind blowing across my sun scorched skin or maybe the frequent dips in the bath temperature sea.  The ports, bays, beaches and caves could play a part along with the turtles and dolphins playing in the bow waves of the boats.  Or maybe, just maybe, it was the amazing people, the real life conversations, working together effortlessly to make the holiday hassle free, playing mafia until 2 in the morning and then lying on deck together chatting and watching shooting stars until 3.

I’m very sad to be back.  Not because I don’t enjoy work but because I really really love the people that I’ve just been immersed in the for the past seven days.

Photos soon.