The poet Shelley once proclaimed 'my soul is an enchanted boat'
Such elegant maritime metaphor appeals to the double islander in me.
A piece of flotsam upon the wide ocean of the world and human history
Transported westward by the calculating economics of empire
Washed up dishevelled onto the volcanic outcrops of the Caribbean to begin an unearned sentence.
Centuries of hard labour.
Trasmitted by Britannia's wave bourne summons to the mother country.
Another Island. Where mighty Ceasar looked in grim determination upon the cliffs of untamed Albion.