Its a fine line.

I was taken to a place on the island that housed two aircraft type hangers. In one (oooo can you read that without hearing Bullseye?) you had the most enormous collection of second hand books. On shelves, on the floor and in huge wicker baskets, baskets so big you couldnt possibly get to three quarters of the books.
In the other hanger there was....well.....everything! Second hand. Eww. There were childrens tat and household tat....I spied a sieve that was covered in rust and broken....and that was the tip of the iceburg! There were magnets and cards and I really didnt want to touch anything, as it was all old and dirty and the smell of cat pee was everywhere, with particualy strong patches of it in the corners!

All this proves to me that even in a place that I think is pretty much perfect there are teeny tiny places within it that are not!

And it was a fine line between laughter and horror.

Thankfully, the next place I was taken on my Island education was The Most Perfect Beach. It was stoney and the wind was blowing hard and took your breath away. There was a lighthouse painted white with a red stripe around it and you could see for miles.
........ balence and faith restored I filled my pockets with stones and stared at the sea and the sky marveling at the beauty.

The I Love You Beach was amazing because of the stones with the holes in. This beach had pink stones!


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