In Malta, you can\u2019t even crash a Segway without being given a history lesson. We\u2019d travelled to Golden Bay \u2013 the most developed of a trio of sandy beaches on the north-west coast \u2013 in search of a family adventure on two wheels, and after a quick briefing in a car park from an enthusiastic chap called Jean Karl, had all bumbled off down a rough track.<\/p>\n
I had been quietly impressed \u2013 one of those smug \u201chow great is my family?\u201d moments \u2013 by how quickly our two sons, aged 14 and 12, got to grips with all the off-road gyroscopic chicanery, when the inevitable happened and the younger one hit a pothole at speed.<\/p>\n
He was soon lying on the ground bleeding copiously from his elbow, while the still enthusiastic Jean Karl set about him with bandages and antiseptic wipes.<\/p>\n
Clive, our guide, immediately saw his opportunity and took me by my own elbow (which was mercifully unscathed) to point out a group of limestone buildings rising golden in the sun.<\/p>\n
\u201cOld barracks, from when the British governed Malta,\u201d he told me, before spinning me round. \u201cAnd that is the Ghajn Tuffieha Tower,\u201d he said, gesturing to the southern tip of the bay. \u201cBuilt in the 17th century by the Knights of St John, to signal a pirate attack.\u201d<\/p>\n
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