A beach. To clear the cobwebs of the windmills in your mind.
A penny for your thoughts.
Where do you escape to, on a crowded island?
Sometimes, in winter, you can find your space in what are usually the most crowded of places. The sandy beaches are deserted. Go to Ghajn Tuffieha, Golden Bay or Gnejna, and you are likely to meet no more than the lone walker and a dog. And if you’re into cloud-busting, this is the best time of the year to admire the cumulus, altostratus, cirrus and cumulonimbus.
My favourite escape? Go down the set of steps next to the Tower built by Grand Master de Redin at Tower Road Sliema, to the rocky beach known as Exiles. In summer, the place is mainly home to the young and beautiful, eyeing each other basting in suntail oil. In winter, you often have the place to yourself. Find yourself some shelter from the wind in a crater, battered to smoothness by generations of waves and wind erosion. Get a book. Or just watch the canopy of clouds above your head, the interplay of long shadows and light and blues and greens of the water.
In winter, Exiles is the place for restless souls, walks to lick one’s wounds, regenerate one’s soul, watch a child grow up in front of your eyes. And prepare for a new year.
Photo: Therese Debono
Well written Alex!
Thanks 🙂
Sounds Idyllic!