And they say romance is dead....... (Part 1)

Imagine, if you will, a place where crystal clear turquoise waters lap pristine white sands. Welcome shade is provided by the coconut palms that grace the water's edge. This, dear blog mates, is the scene that greets me each morning as I rise, Venus-like from my  slumbers. I felt compelled to comment on the above to JB, who gazed at the scene for some while before replying, "Yes, the sand is very white, its a bit like cement". Truly, inside that gruff exterior there beats the heart of a poet. Though obviously unpublished.