We arrived well after dark at our Dalyan hotel, so yesterday was our first chance to explore. Staying ‘green’, at least until we’ve acclimatised, I took a dawn stroll around the hotel which is on the edge of town. Past a couple of smaller hotels, a few cultivated plots, across the canal and I was down at the river, with the sandstone cliffs rising steeply from the opposite bank. By the time I returned for breakfast I’d seen close on twenty species – a good reminder of Turkish birding. It was still mid-morning when we decided to set off to do a local walk to the ‘Eskikoy Rocky Outcrop’, as highlighted on a Dalyan birding website – now defunct I think. We stuck to the track leaving town, adding a few more species to the list, before finding the start of the walk proper. As the temperature started to rise I did a quick check that we were up for this. I’d got a small bottle of water in my pocket so we decided to continue. By the time we reached the rocky outcrop – giving good views over lake Koycegiz – we were definitely feeling the effects of the sun. Jane sought out some shade between two rock slabs whilst I decided to reach ‘the summit’ and enjoy the views. It was only then that I started reflecting on the tragic case of Michael Mosley (a couple of years younger than me) who perished recently on a hillside walk on a remote Greek Island. We rationed the water and started back on the return journey – neither of us feeling quite right. As we turned off the main road, with only a couple of kilometres to go, we sipped the last of the water and it was then that I noticed Jane’s phone was missing from her pocket. It must have dropped out somewhere in the last 5k! Neither of us were in a fit state to retrace our steps. We made it back to our hotel room, sat under a cold shower and drank litres of water and coke. Jane spent the afternoon tracking her phone on her iPad. It appeared to have been lost on the roadside a couple of kilometres from when we first noticed it missing, but soon after it was showing at a location in the next town! Another check an hour later and it was in Dalyan – turns out at the police station! Jane and her phone (and her driving licence and bank cards) were happily reunited. The walk ended up being just shy of ten miles and the temperature an average of 35 deg. What a day, and following gentle admonishment from the kids, we promised to be less ‘green’ in the future!