Byline: By ROS WYNNE-JONES in Turkey
IN the summer sunshine, the scene is picturepostcard as the Aegean Sea laps at a little beach in a perfect cove on the west coast of Turkey.
At the Kivanc Cafe, locals sit at tables sipping strong coffee. "Coffee?" the patron calls out to us. "Kofta? Beer?"
Shaking his head, David Grimason walks past quickly, onto the beach, looking out to sea.
It has taken every ounce of strength he has to return here, to the broad bay of Yeni Foca, a quiet coastal resort full of Turkish holiday homes.
"Alistair was so happy here," David says, pointing to the strip of sand between the cafe and the sea. "He was happy anywhere. But down at the water's edge with his shoes off, playing in the sand..."
His voice trails off. Three years ago, in the same spot where the patron is touting coffee, David's two-year-old son was fatally wounded by a gunman's bullet. …