St Paul's Bay.
Early evening, and through the sitting room window I see a golden scene. Boats lie idly on still water that glistens in the fading sunlight.
Everything tinged with gold as if gold dust has fallen from heaven scattering its magic over a sleepy afternoon.
Yes there's magic here and a dream,------ a dream of a world bathed in gold dust, a dream of a Golden Age to come.
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