Knock, Knock, Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door.

There’s not much in the Mediterranean island of Malta which isn’t ablaze with colour.

This will show in all my next posts about the island.

But as this week’s CFF Challenge is “All in One Colour”, here’s a few (fairly) monochromatic  iPhone shots from our trip there.

We only got back last night, so the camera memory cards have yet to be downloaded.  Looking through all those pictures will be a job-and-a-half. I’m dying to start on that tomorrow!

 

A Door in Birgu:

Heaven's Door ilBirgu three Cities Malta valletta monochrome

Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door ©HelenBushe

 

Another door in Birgu:

Monochrome House Birgu Valletta Malta

Monochrome in Birgu ©HelenBushe

 

Earthenware vessels in a Carmelite Priory in Mdina, the Silent City:

Earthenware Pitchers Carmelite Monastery Priory Mdina Malta Silent City

Earthenware Pitchers ©HelenBushe

 

Yet another door, this time in Valletta:

House in Valletta monochrome Birgu valletta

House in Valletta ©HelenBushe

 

And some of the colour that surrounded us all week:

Marsamxett Harbour valletta Malta blue sea sky bridge Fort St Elmo

Blue on Blue: Looking Towards Fort St Elmo ©Helen Bushe

We only got back yesterday and I am so missing the Mediterranean sunshine!

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13 thoughts on “Knock, Knock, Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door.

      • I guess because of its strategic position it was where a great many servicemen.
        Snap, indeed!
        Where else was your dad stationed?
        We were in Germany for a while one of my brothers was born there. I forget which base.
        We were also at RAF Wyton, Cosford, St. Athans,(South Wales) and finall,y RAF Sealand ( we lived in Chester by then) where he finished his career.

        • My father was in North Africa, Italy, Sicily, France and I’m sure he used to talk of other places. He joined up as soon as he could in 1939 and was a leading aircraftsman who worked on repairing planes. How I wish I had told him how proud I am of him. He died when he was ninety. As a student in the late 60s I was so fashionably anti- military! Only now do I realise how my freedom is because of his generation. You’ve certainly seen the world!

          • Well, I was a tot, so I remember little, until around St Athans in South Wales.
            Dad missed out on the war. He was born in ’34. He just celebrated his 83rd last week.
            You’re right … we owe them so much. So very, very much.

            So you were a hippy? 🙂

            Go on … you can tell me … flowers in your hair, Scott Mackenzie?

          • A part-time hippy. Went down to Carnaby Street to buy some gear. Walked around barefoot in Glasgow with bell, flowers, etc . Occasionally visited communes but Monday to Friday worked hard at teacher training as I wanted a job with holidays long enough to bum around Europe like a part-time hippy. Happy days. Scott Mackenzie, Leonard Cohen, Incredible String Band -music I still love. Wouldn’t have missed it for the world.

          • I knew it! *Smile* .
            Good for you.
            I first encountered Cohen’s music while on a student exchange in France in ’71.
            Aaah … those long summers.
            Are we about to get mugged down Memory Lane?

    • Thanks Liz. There were lots of photo opportunities in the old Priory, and a very nice caretaker let us wander around freely. When others wanted to do same he told them we were on a private visit. (He has friends in Glasgow so liked my Glaswegian accent I think!)

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