Greetings from Malta

Guest Article: This is a timely guest article from none other than Claire Fastner, reliable as always and moving me to the resolution's promise of 4 in January.

This is a picture of the actual postcard Declan wrote and sent to ourselves while on our fateful holiday in Malta. I am not superstitious, so I just wanted to share this as it is pretty remarkable how well he captured what lay ahead. If the accident hadn't happened, we would have thought nothing of this postcard. Since the accident happened it has become a treasured artefact.

I still remember the moment Declan wrote it. We had just gone to St. Paul's bay and had returned from a trip to a tiny island. 

Here's actual footage of our journey.

We sat in the sun and had a spare postcard, one depicting the salt pans on Gozo, which we had visited days prior when we had stayed on Gozo. 

Thinking back to Gozo, another memory flashes back: We went on a scooter ride through Gozo. Suddenly, it started to rain torrentially. Yet, myself and Declan continued our journey. We stopped at a church to seek shelter, but it was closed (thank you Jesus). We then continued. Once we reached a hill that was supposed to bring us back to our small town, the weather had turned so sour that I decided to get off the scooter and run behind Declan driving it down the hill. We then reached the shore and continued our journey on a road which was so flooded that at some point it only provide 1 metre in width between the wild choppy sea and the cliffs. 

Then days later, Declan looked left and right on a zebra crossing, a car stopped to let us pass and bang. One could have not been more careful that day. 

In the end, both the tale of the postcard and our dare-develish journey vs. crossing the street safely, point towards the validity of the theory that it's all down to brute luck.