The photo I’m sharing today is the last one from a walk I did last year in spring, starting from Birżebbuġa. Along the walk I passed by this farmhouse, with what seemed to be a relatively small door. I guess I have a thing for front doors, particularly when they have some character. In this case, between the peeling paint, the worn limestone wall, and the weeds growing seemingly out of the stone, there was a lot to work with. I remember the doorway gave me the feeling of a hobbit-hole – if it only were round.
Muddy Boots 