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.