Welcome to my island. You’re on a beach. The sand is golden, the still sea, rich with light blues, greens and turquoises; it’s shallow enough to walk through. The beach is small, twenty or thirty yards, perhaps. My own private island. Behind the beach is the towering cliff face of a plateau. Atop the plateau is a lush field of soft, springy grass with a few flowers hither and thither. The plateau divides the islands up into sections, each with its own…