Back in Sheffield now. I have been checking out the photographs I took in Malta and Gozo. There were more than three hundred but for your interest and my weblog diary records, here's a little gallery of ten. Click to enlarge:-
| A "birding" shelter above Marsascala. Many  Maltese men remain very keen on trapping or shooting migrating birds. | 
| Ghajn Tuffieha Bay | 
| A woman reading by the salt pans at Marsascala | 
| Tom and Emily at Ramla Bay, Gozo | 
| The San Dimitri Chapel to the west of Gozo | 
| Yorkshire Pudding riding an orange horse | 
| The eyes have it - the stern of a typical Maltese fishing boat | 
| Shoe shop in Valletta | 
| West Gozo near Gharb | 
| Shirley atop The Citadel in Victoria, Gozo | 
 
 
 
YP on the orange horse will do wonders for his street cred, I'm sure! ;)
ReplyDeleteJENNY I won't tell you the orange horse's name but she needed a good whipping to get her going.
ReplyDeleteWhen both of one's feet are planted on solid ground and both of one's hands are firmly grasping a large orange object sticking out from between one's legs, there is a name for such an activity, but it is not "riding"... I'm just sayin'...
ReplyDeleteThat big squirty bottle of tomato ketchup ruins the ambiance somewhat
ReplyDeleteRHYMES WITH INNUENDO I do believe I just sniffed some uncharacteristic vulgarity and there was me thinking you were a gentleman!
ReplyDeleteEARL GRAY Ha! Ha! You're right. I should have moved the damned thing.
You must have some gypsy in your soul...you have to wander around so. Nice to see you 'in the flesh'...just as I imagined you.
ReplyDeleteYes, I have to agree with Earl Gray ~ it made me think OMG ~ where ever we are in the world the gold old Tom Sauce (dead horse) is a standard condiment. Mind you, as I say that, it is a whole food group for my son.
ReplyDeleteLIBBY What you imagined me riding on a small orange horse called Jenny? Spooky!
ReplyDeleteCAROL CUNNINGHAM Maybe I wasn't paying full attention but I didn't realise you had a son. I guess he's called Bruce...or Rolf? Remember the old saying - man cannot live by tomato sauce alone.