West End

Last week we took a ride out to the west end of the island. Jim had been for a bike ride in the morning and had come upon some strangeness that he wanted me to see. Theres a road that hugs the coastline but is bordered by big trees that send down runners in the opposite direction. It ends up looking like string curtains and creates areas of dappled shade and coolness. In one of these he came upon a circle of stones in front of a large tree that had an alter of sorts built around it. Above this carved in the tree were the words "Tan-Tan". All very magical , you expected to see little fairies hiding behind something. It was not a dark vision of voodoo or sacrifice, but airy and light. Who meets back here at the circle in the wood?

Driving further we come to the start of Mahogoney Road. Theres many little houses, and a building with a low slung roof and dirt parking lot, the Christmas Bar its called. Up the road from this a "fence " begins. Its made entirely of bottles, row upon row of clear glass and then a few green and brown bottles thrown in. Upon closer inspection you can see that theres a wire fence and all manner of debris is balanced against it. Looking beyond into the yard is rather mind-blowing. Little islands of arranged trash are everywhere, thousands of bottles, raid cans, dolls ,articulated figures, pens, rags, cans, tv sets, thousands of plastic cups.... Then the sculpter appears, or maybe artist is a better word or perhaps junk collector. He seemed happy to have someone admire his work.