We (Mum, Dad, Colin, my sister Jo and I) left Stanstead early on a typical charter flight. We were all squished in for the 4 ½ hour flight to Paphos, watching the movie in silence as we didn’t pay the extra for the headphones. England was wet and chilly when we left, but Cyprus was a lovely warm, sunny 26C. We picked up the hire car (a Citroen Berlingo - underpowered, ugly, but fitted us all in with our bags) and headed off for the villa. The villa is just outside a village called Argaka, north of Paphos. It had three bedrooms, a good size living area, and a pool - great for summer but the water is a bit chilly now! After settling in and unpacking the food we got earlier, we wandered down to
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