What happens in the wooden hut?

I hadn’t planned on needing it this much. I had just wrapped a long week of interviews, edits and one too many emails and was already dreaming about getting away from Limassol.

Not far, just far enough to forget about inboxes and reminders.

I’d been here before. I rented one of the wooden cabins last year and stayed two nights.

It had been a strange kind of weekend, half recharging,