I wrote about Dungeness as an English version of Prospero's island and tonight in my meandering way home, I read about another candidate, one much nearer to the image of Shakespeare's ideal: Cyprus.

An island in the news for all the wrong reasons: an economy driven over the cliff, seething social pressures as a consequence, and the will they / won't they spectre of could they leave the euro stalking the land. And in my imagination as an isle of utter wonderment; a fascination driven on with every page I read of 'Journey through Cyprus', Colin Thubron's superb and seductive travelogue. I am burning to go.