Wonderland on this rock
Walking along the scenic Maltese countryside , inhaling sharply the salt in the air coming all the way from the Mediterranean sea and letting the crisp, fresh air awaken my face and senses. And for a moment allowing myself to consciously forget the world around me. Will I succeed? The wind is blowing furiously, of Wuthering Heights and of Jane Eyre. My sister walking well ahead of me as I try to capture a good scene. And I am transported to the times of the Brontë sisters - but how lucky I am to be wearing comfortable clothing and trainers. Having no worries of having one of my many skirts tear up! Then there are these pesky flies whizzing relentlessly in my ears, making my hair and clothes their home while I fervently try to whip my hair to steer the annoying pests away, but to no avail. how incredibly stubborn are they?! I glimpse a soul or two whilst keeping a healthy social distance. Fearful to tread too close; fearful of You-Know-Who ; fearful of