They lied to me.
Not maliciously, you understand. More in the same way people lie about dogs not shedding hair, or about a “quick look” in Lidl.
They said Cyprus was warm.
And it is.
At lunchtime.
In July.
At 5am in Paphos, on a winter morning in January, Cyprus reveals its true personality. It becomes a damp, shivering reminder that the Mediterranean has a sense of humour and that it enjoys using writers as punchlines.
This morning, I woke before dawn, as writers do. Not because we're disciplined,...