Ah Nostalgia. What a double-edged sword. I look back on my childhood wistfully – sun-dappled mornings in Marsalforn, long languid days spent snorkelling, swimming till our fingers turned into prunes, guzzling grapes at the water’s edge – feet dangling in the cool blue Mediterranean Sea, salt-cracked skin, long afternoon naps lazily brushing away the slow-green-persistent … Continue reading Nostalgia