The 'unmade up' roads are certainly that, as tarmac abruptly ends giving way to a serious lack of road, as if they just ran out of money...extraordinary.
Just before return to the hub, a nice looking bar beckoned. A beer and a lump of Maltese bread rubbed with tomato and tuna broke the journey. Sitting in the sun on a late November day can't be all bad. I say journey loosely as it is only 4 miles home but has taken about an hour. *thinks* this would be a nice place to bring the family out for lunch, until that is, the Dutch proprietor bored the pants off me with his tales of woe of living many years on Gozo. One wonders why he is still here then !
Oh, and spot the tree....
The hub !