Maybe it's because I'm a Brit., the classic proud-of-our-castles, island nation. Maybe there's just something strangely enticing about a holiday in a place of limited scope and scale. Maybe it's just the idea of walking into a remote pub on the Isle of Skye and ordering an espresso martini... 

Well, here's a short excerpt from 'Not from above'... a dark, listicle-esque whimsy entitled 'Things that happen on islands', set to some hastily added music this weekend just gone. I probably need a holiday.

So. Why not share it with friends, tennis partners and lost family members? They too can then get their pledge on... ;-)

Many thanks again for your support,

Alex

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