Day 6 in Sinop and I've seen the sun for 2 maybe 3 hours. The sky is just grey, grey. I was working around the ports, shooting fishermen as they repaired nets and details on boats. I'm starting to get that panicky feeling when you're shooting a travel story and the weather isn't helping. Give me a storm, or sun - but not this pea soup. I'm about to head back and a fisherman calls me to join he and his friend on his boat. The boat's owner tells me his family came to Sinop from Crimea some 300 years ago. He shows me a Russian book from the 70's with pictures from the village where his family came from. He makes tea, the friend reads the paper and asks a few questions. We watch the dolpins as they surface around the harbour. He offers me more tea and I accept. We're just hanging out. Something I had forgotten how to do.