Okay, now for some happy snaps. Quite literally. These are snaps that will make you smile. You see, they're images of an island. And not just any island, but one that's prone to the colour pink.
Scroll down. You'll see what I mean.
There's nothing like a pink island to make your lips go up at the sides...
This is Harbour Island, a tiny speck of an island in the Bahamas. Or on the edge of the Bahamas, really. It takes a little while to get to. But it's worth it, believe me.
First you take a pink plane. A hot pink plane.
Then you land in a tiny airport, and find a local who will drive you to the equally tiny pier, where you jump in one of the local boats. (AKA the taxi service.)
This is how you get to Harbour Island. Like this (above).
See my luggage next to the beer? Clearly the beer has more priority. And that's how it should be.
Then you follow a few pink signs...
And wander past some astonishingly pink flowers...
And a little more pink shrubbery...
Until you arrive at your hotel, which, in my case, was The Landing.
(More on this sublime place in the next post.)
Because by now I was ready for a pink drink...
But first, The Landing's co-owner Tracy Barry kindly offered me a tour of this gorgeous little island. Beginning with the very pink Dunmore Hotel. (Above.)
Which Tracy loves.
As did I.
You can see why.
This is the powder room.
Fab, isn't it?
(More on The Landing and The Dunmore in the next post.)
Then we wandered down to the beach, aptly named Pink Sands.
It really is a kind of pretty blush pink.
We also wandered through a few abandoned old buildings. Which were also pink. Naturally.
Isn't it beautiful?
Here's another abandoned building. In pink.
Loved this one.
Look at the patina.
It's a perfect pink.
Here's the cemetery. Which had a gorgeous pink wall and gate.
This person clearly likes pink too.
And when the fake flowers blow off the graves in a hurricane, The Landing's chef collects them and posts them on his golf cart, as a kind of 'floral tribute'. If only the cart were pink too...
This is the Doll's House. Fittingly, it's also in pink.
Even the fences were exquisite.
Dave Stewart of The Eurythmics has just bought this building to create a beach house. (I'm sure I can post this as most people on the island know this.) It was a bar. I think that's a perfect fit: Mr Stewart and an eclectic pink bar on a tropical island in the middle of the Caribbean.
And lastly, I noticed these young guys painting an abandoned house one day...
When I walked past again a few hours later, I saw the colour they'd chosen...
I should have guessed, really.