Sitting in an internet cafe in a shopping centre in Rabat (Victoria) the capital of Gozo. Regular readers will know this is our holiday haunt notwithstanding the news that Gary Neville has joined the ranks of holiday home owners here. Haven't seen him yet, but it is a small island.
What news? Well the spacebar has to be hit with some violence, the @ is in a strange place (for me, it's above the 2) and there is some serious grime between the keys. Liz has gone to find a bookshop having read everything. At breakfast today she was reading the bottom of saucepans.
It has been very hot but our farmhouse has a nice breeze across the patio and seafront restaurants in the evening become just divine. I have OD'd on pasta marinara.
Yesterday we took our little car (I have been driving it for ten days and still have no idea what make it is) to the more obscure parts of the coast. We drove along rutted cart tracks to the top of some breath-taking cliffs. We found a place which appears to be only occupied during the migratory bird season when the locals lure the little creatures on to baited stone platforms and then shoot them from hides. Needless to say this is illegal but not any easy place to get a cop car to.