The lure of Aphrodite

I took a trip to the dreaded IKEA today, but this time I went alone, and without wanting to hurt his feelings, I have to honestly say that IKEA shopping without Mark is in fact, less stressful. On the way home I turned onto the B6 as I needed petrol. Around here someone still comes out and fills your tank for you, I have no idea why, but in 4 and a half years I think I've filled the car with petrol myself only once or maybe twice. Anyway, after that I stopped off at Aphrodite's Rock, where there were people swimming (brrr!), people taking photos (blippers?!), and also a very wet and not particularly happy looking bride and groom (???!). It attracts all sorts, that rock (I still don't know which one it is).