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Sailing to Kekova, we passed the site of one of the world’s more extraordinary shipwrecks, in which a Late Bronze Age boat foundered – and in the process preserved an amazing cargo, including the unique gold scarab inscribed with the name of Nefertiti. We will see the finds in Bodrum at the end of the trip (see 3 October entry).

Among the other highlights of the day have been:

First, a visit to the island of Kekova, where you can see the often flooded ruins of old harbour installations. These date back to the second century AD, when a giant earthquake hit the region.

And, second, we took a smaller boat across to the small hamlet of Kaleköy, site of the classical town of Simena. There we made our way up to the top of the citadel, in a fair wind. The ruins show evidence of Roman, Byzantine and Ottoman occupation – it would be fascinating to have a time lapse film to view the panorama from the summit through the centuries and millennia.

Weirdly, as we walked around the citadel, a drone buzzed overhead – an extraordinary symbol of the way in which new types of technology are mutating all around us.

Where the craftsmen who created the gold scarab laboured to miniaturise script, we now labour to miniaturise electronic elements for the chips that help and power such aerial robots. and, talking of navigation, one of the other shipwrecked things I would love to see one day is the astounding Antikythera Mechanism.

Later in the afternoon, we spun off to explore the nearby tombs of the Lycian necropolis alone, including a floating tomb to one side of the settlement. On our way back, we stopped in for a stunningly delicious pomegranate juice at a café recommend by Andrew.

Then the gulet sailed on to Gokkaya Liman, where we moored for the night. Glorious stars.

Wonderful morning, but a thoroughly grim start for Elaine, who had yet to get her sea-legs. I had tried to get her up on deck in time for the gulet weighing anchor at 06.00 and setting sail. Didn’t happen, so she was more or less trapped downstairs in a hot cabin and with smell of diesel coming through porthole – and was profoundly seasick and disoriented. Not much I could do, except drop now in and offer words of comfort.

On deck, all was considerably calmer, with Kati wrapped in her duvet on the cushions in the stern – and I watched the captain and other members of the crew trail a long line astern, adorned with various lures in the shape of fish and tentacled and tentacled organisms like squid. But they came up empty-handed.

Things improved for her when we docked in Kaş – and went in pursuit of the ancient Greek theatre and a very special tomb. Last time we were there, the tomb was in a dreadful mess despite being supervised by an old woman who sat nearby. This time it was much cleaner – and Elaine found a tortoise in the vegetation behind it. Later we walked back through the town, before heading back to the boat for dinner. The food is wonderful, perfect for we pesky, piscatorial vegetarians – and we are also beginning to run up a modest bar bill, with Efes beer and Angora red wine.

Am beginning to work through the truckload of books I brought with me, including Martin Wolf’s brilliant new book, The Shifts and the Shocks. A bracing reminder, despite Francis Fukuyama’s earlier book The End of History and the Last Man, of just how the historical the times are that we are now living through. [NOTE on 11 October: I have just bought Fukuyama’s new book, Political Order and Political Decay, and am looking forward to seeing how his thinking has evolved.]

And then, at some point, I had one of those moments of panic that have been such a regular feature of my life. When we got back to the docked boat I found that I had left my haversack somewhere, with binoculars and, critically, my passport.

A slightly tense evening as we tried to work out where I could have left the bag: in museums, taxis or restaurants. But I guessed that I might have tucked it under the seat in front on the minibus. It is black and probably faded into the shadows.

In Andrew’s shore-leave absence, dear Kati helped by getting the crew to call the minibus firm, but the driver was home for the night. Next morning, though, the minibus, its driver and the knapsack all returned, to pick up for the next leg of the journey.

It begins.

We flew Turkish Airlines (TK2560) last night to Istanbul’s Ataturk airport, then caught – with our guide, Andrew Wilson – a plane on to Dalaman airport. Once there, we reclaimed our bags and clambered into a minibus with the others on this ACE tour and were driven some 40 minutes to Göcek, where the gulet M/S Sunworld 8 was moored.

Happily, the same vessel we went on the first time we sailed along the Lycian Coast, back in 2011, though with a different crew this time. We had debated whether to take the same trip again, but Elaine recalled that I had found the sailing so relaxing last time that it was now prescribed again to help me recharge after producing and launching g the new book, The Breakthrough Challenge.

Interestingly, of the 12 or so other people in the group, we turned out to have links to several. To begin with, I recognised one tall man with a stooped, aristocratic bearing, who turned out to be Christopher Parish, with whom I had worked years ago when I chaired The Environment Foundation – and we did regular consultations at St George’s House, Windsor Castle.

Elaine also recognised a couple whose daughter was in Gaia’s class at St Paul’s, and it transpired that yet another few-degrees-of-separation participant is Mary Wright, who – with her late husband, Chris – had been active in promoting sustainable living, via Action for Sustainable Living. She has brought along Kati Martin, who is involved in organic fashion for children as a Director of Boys & Girls.

Small world.

Then this morning we sailed south-east to the Island of Gemiler, a once thriving Byzantine – which may have been dedicated to St Nicholas, as patron saint of seafarers. In what follows, I will draw on the notes provided by Andrew, who also led the 2011 tour – and was a key reason why we came back.

Now in ruins, the island offers extensive evidence of religious activities, including churches, graves and an extraordinary processional way – through which people would process during baptismal rights somewhere between the fourth and seventh centuries AD.

Having welcomed wasps at breakfast this morning, which had turned up in not inconsiderable numbers to share our fruit, honey and other delectations, I was now reminded of just how irritating a wasp sting can be. As several of us waited for the Zodiac to ferry us back to the gulet, I mistakenly pressed a wasp against my forearm – and it did the inevitable.

Tonight, dinner on deck – then sweet dreams at anchor.

Have been producing a fair few articles and blogs in recent weeks as we moved up to the soft launch for the new book. Here are three of the blogs that have appeared so far:

– Fast Co-Exist: 5 Rules of Tomorrow’s Bottom Line

– Guardian Sustainable Business (Rethinking Prosperity): A Sustainable Future is Now in Reach

– Sustainable Brands: The Breakthrough Challenge: Arguments for Branding (Rebranding) Sustainability

A display of WWF Panda collecting boxes, that align and track you

Astrid and Sarah heading downstairs

Panda cut-out

Safari hats in a learning centre

The carpet is by Interface, the focus of our first Breakthrough Case

Sarah dubbed these ‘The Daleks’

Roofspace (detail)

Two big stories today: Scotland’s vote on independence and, big news in our corner of the universe, the soft launch of our new book, The Breakthrough Challenge.

Took the train south to Woking this morning, with our new Breakthrough team member, Astrid Hogsted. Have been a member of WWF’s Council of Ambassadors for almost 10 years and had been invited to give a speech at WWF’s Living Planet Centre, as part of their Learning Week.

Greeted and briefed over a sandwich lunch by Sarah Brunwin and Stuart Poore. Although I had seen a model of the building at one of the Council meetings in London, this was the first time I had visited: very impressive.

Also came across the slightly spooky Panda Eyes artwork made of WWF Panda collecting boxes. Created as part of the Pandamonium initiative last year. When you first hove in view, they are looking every which way. As you get closer, though, they all turn to watch you.

A very encouraging reception from the audience – and several invitations to come back and help with thinking through the implications of the Breakthrough Decade for NGOs like WWF. Keen to see how this could play out.