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69. A Halloween recipe

It’s Halloween and, on Gozo, it’s no surprise that Nadur, famed for its February carnival madness, takes the lead with costumes and crazy behaviour. As ever on this island, however, family is foremost and so the party kicks off with... Continue Reading →

66. Prickly pears and pomegranates en route to The Redeemer

On a cloudy day the other week, The Significant Other and I climbed Tal Marzuq Hill on the top of which stands a giant statue of Tas Salvatur (Christ the Redeemer; as replicated by The Significant Other in the picture... Continue Reading →

61. A starfish from outer space

A swimming spot appreciated by the Gozitans and less noticed by visitors to the island is Xwejni Bay on the northern coast. It’s just to the west of the resort of Marsalforn and can easily be reached on foot from... Continue Reading →

59. Cyclops and The Elephant

Well, what do you know? In an ‘Oxfordshire Science Festival’ hat, I’m in the thick of a book (The Dinosaurs Rediscovered) that takes me back into the age of the dinosaurs, rediscovering their history through the latest analysis of genomes,... Continue Reading →

53. The Shark’s Tooth

The Eldest has spent the last five months travelling around the world, from one sun-kissed beach to another, her Instagram feed capturing Australia and South East Asia edged by crystal seas, fish darting in glorious technicolour over magical reefs just... Continue Reading →

49. Wild on two wheels

Here’s a piece I wrote for the Oxfordshire magazine OX on the new Gozo scooter and my ability – or lack of it – on two wheels, complete with imagery of my prowess.

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When I first met The Significant Other, he had an excessively-powerful motorbike in the garage, one in a long line of hot fast red numbers, and matching metalwork in his leg. Within a month, on the very day he was supposed to be meeting my parents in his best suit and most respectable attitude, I had a roadside call from the ambulance summoning me to A&E: the motorbike was no more somewhere on a dual carriageway out west. And that, I thought, was that.  We agreed life was too precious to be squandered squashed on tarmac and settled happily into eight wheels, four apiece.

But just recently we have welcomed a new addition to the family – no, not of the human kind before you start sending flowers and rattles. Although it’s two wheeled, it isn’t a sportbike optimised for acceleration and speed for which you must be adorned head…

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47. Where The Chameleon is Greener

A couple of months ago I wrote about the excitement of seeing a chameleon in the wild in Gozo, and back in Oxfordshire I made a mosaic to remind us of the moment we saw him, which in turn inspired this month’s Where The Grass is Greener column in the OX magazine. I have also, in the meantime, got a better photo of a Mediterranean chameleon than the roadside skeleton I used when I last wrote about these, courtesy of my Dad who spotted this little fellow last week by the path on the Sanap cliffs. He describes how he turned from a vivid green into a sandy brown and then darkened as the shadows fell upon him. The original post is here.

Esther Lafferty's Inkwell

Every so often, everyone should take the time to reassess one’s place in life and consider where one would like to go next, other than the chocolate stash on the top shelf. I have long-harboured an ambition to be a Russian Ice Star, dancing in sequins and skates with the gymnastic flair of autocratic regimes in the Eastern blok, but have been held back by both the geography of my birth and, if I am honest, a lack of physical athleticism on sharpened metal.

But just recently this idea has been smashed like the china at a Greek celebration. Who says a leopard never changes his spots? A chameleon might beg to differ, and I am embracing an alternative vision for the future. When I grow up I would like to be Gaudi, mosaicking colourful wonders in Mediterranean sunshine.

Earlier this year whilst in Malta I stumbled camera-less across a…

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40 ART: Meet Ed Roberts

Meet Gozitan artist Ed Roberts, whose work I love, ahead of Allura: The Trail about which I’m super-excited. I interviewed Ed to find out more about her and why she’s captivated by the floribunda of the Maltese islands.

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Ed Roberts paints flowers: not with the delicate watercolours of a botanical illustrator whose accurate lines capture every vein and structural perfection anonymously, instead presenting the flowers she chooses large-scale with lavish deep colours, fluid brush strokes and an astonishing abstract beauty.

A British-born artist who lives in Kercem, Gozo, Ed fell in love with the island after a six month stay and then decided to relocate permanently with her husband and daughter. She has now been in Malta for three years.

‘When I was small, I wasn’t sporty so my mum suggested I drew the flowers in the garden. I was the eldest of three children so I think it was mostly a way for my mum to keep me out from under her feet yet occupied safely,’ she laughs, ‘but look where it’s led me!’

‘Mum was a seamstress for the Royal Opera House in London, sketching figures…

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39. Karma Chameleon

I’m not the sort of person who revels in roadkill but you’ll see this blog post opens with a picture of a squashed creature. It’s because image-wise it is the best I can do without infringing the copyright of a... Continue Reading →

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