Island.

It's a magical island too.

There you can find sun and mojitos and roller skates and benches and Thatcher's grave and Cafe Marlayne cheesecake and tweed jackets with Kindle-sized inner pockets and abandoned coal mines and bearded cyclists and blurry bridges with a musical link and second-hand clothing stores that provide the perfect outfit to go with your moustache and Jokers IPA and a surreal Ikea and grim and.............and, well, yourself.

But, today, it rained.