So no notes survive from today, which either means nothing happened or everything happened and I was too busy taking pictures to write any of it down. Judging by the sheer number of photos, I’m going with the second one.

Morning started with tea and porridge, then a latte from a local coffee place, which felt like the correct way to greet the day.

Spent what can only be described as an unreasonable amount of time at St Angelo’s Fort, mostly just taking in the views over the harbour and the yachts on every side.

Also found what I can only assume was some kind of art installation up on the ramparts, a chaotic stack of concrete blocks I have no explanation for and didn’t need one.

Made friends with a duck who had strong opinions about personal space.

Rounded the day off with pizza straight out of the box on the floor, because sometimes that’s just the correct way to eat pizza.

So the bed turned out to be uncomfortable as hell, and it was properly cold overnight, which means the heating is getting cranked up tonight whether the house likes it or not.

Made up for it with tea on the terrace and a proper wander round the house hunting down the view from every single window, which felt like a very reasonable way to spend a morning.

Did a bit of shopping, walked down to the fort and wandered back, then spent the afternoon doing precisely nothing before the concert, which in hindsight was the correct call.

Bus into Valletta to track down the venue, picked up a random woman from Portsmouth along the way who ended up joining us for the evening. Concert itself was bearable, which I’m counting as a win, and we followed it with a tour of the church and the ruins afterwards.

Managed to catch the last bus back and went straight to bed. Big day, in the best way.