Last day in Cyprus. It's a bit strange having a flight in early afternoon - enough time to do something, but by the time you realise this you have very little left. Or perhaps I was just in going-home-mode in my mind. I did get down to Mackenzy Beach for a short walk - the air milder than it had been, the water so many colours of blue, little umbrellas like bamboo beach hats stuck on poles all along the dark sand. Even the water didn't feel that cold, although I didn't try going in. I'm looking forward to coming home. Even with the cold and ice and rain, there truly is no place in the world like Scotland.
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