Holidays Postponed

Last year, Mrs P and I went to Malta. It was our first time there, and we loved it. It’s an easy flight from Bournemouth airport and the island is so small that nowhere is far away. The weather is wonderful, the seas are a postcard blue, and the mix of cultures that have featured in Malta’s colourful past have left an enchanting mish mash of architecture and cuisine.

We loved it so much that we booked another trip there this year. We fly out…today. That was the plan, up until a couple of weeks ago. I don’t need to tell you that the holiday is off. Nevermind. Malta will still be there later this year or next, providing we get through this. That’s the goal right at the moment. I shall simply have to revisit Malta through the photos I took last June.

I do dream of that first day when normality returns to our lives. That day when we can go out to eat at Nando’s, Prezzos or our local Indian, Indis. When we can book a pair of comfy recliners at the BH2 Odeon cinema. When we can pop over to see mum. When we can jump on the train for a day trip to London. When we can walk down the street without being terrified of the person walking towards us…