Some 800 miles from the epicentre of Turkey’s recent catastrophic earthquakes, the timeless beauty of the Bodrum countryside remains undisturbed. Stone-domed, 16th century cisterns and 18th century windmills crown the buxom hills, and white-washed villages are scattered across the pine-clad slopes. As we made our way from the airport along a route that twisted through narrow village streets, our car braking for sleepy cats and foolhardy goats, the sea seemed to burst into view at every turn, until eventually we reached a bay where tall-masted sailing ships jostled with sleek
