No need to comment. Uploading from an earlier walk in Valletta. Apologies for my absence from the community. Will try to catch up during the week end. Very very busy week.
Reminded me of one of my earliest recollections of my mum singing a poem about a white dove that used to visit her every morning and eat out of her hand. One cold wintery day ... and I remember running away from my mum and crying my heart out.
