Getaway

I think I might visit Malta this year. The thoughts of sitting on a beach in Gozo, with a drink in my hand and a good book, fill me with a certain sense of joy. Getting up and having breakfast on the balcony, early to bed and early to rise. A proper holiday is exactly what I need.

My last little get away which was last month, can hardly be described as a holiday. Packed into a small car, road tripping it along the northern coast of France. I came back from that trip so jangled that it took me a week to recover. Early to bed, blind drunk, and then early to rise with a serious hangover. Into the little car, and then 9 hours of solid driving. My central memory of that trip are standing on a cliff face, just north of the town of St Mere Eglise, holding a Sony Handycam, with the ice cold wind ferociously battering me as I tried to film.

No that is not what I have in mind this time. This time I shall have a real holiday, filled with sun, sea and serenity. Good air, good food, good drink, good people and good times.