just off the coast of south sound, across from the very cooly named ‘pull and be damned’ point, is the little islet of Sand Cay … it’s a little sand and coral rock formation at the head of the reef built up between the run of currents.

every generation of yutes growing up in south sound has set out to claim it for their own; they want to cross the 150 yards of water to get to it and they explore it, they build on it, they imagine that no other yute every braved the running current to go there …

there’s always signs of the previous occupations; shelters, old camp fires, tools, paths, plants, the detritus of adventure, but the new arrivals ignore the evidence of ‘civilisations’ past and claim that they were the first to erect and protect.

They, the first to dream of fifedoms where no adult would, nay, could tread; because lord know, no adult could cross the currents, no man, they not like we, you know, they not brave and cool and adventurous, they ain’t never been here.

so, as proof of life, here’s a dready of adults on my version of sand cay …

the title of the art is named after Dave the ‘lion’ lizard, curly tailed lizard, that the family wanted in their art … you can see him front and centre, although truth be told Dave’s never been to Sand Cay as far as I know, but who knows what Dave did in his callow youth … for all we know, Dave could have crossed the currents on a raft of drift wood and wandered the secret paths of his found domain where never another lion lizard had tread! Iron like a Lion in Zion

lion …