We are celebrating my birthday on the island of my youth.
I have fallen asleep, I’m dreaming that I’m in India cycling down narrow alleyways with loads of people I hit several dead ends.  I awake it is my birthday but all the guests have disappeared. My dad tells me they have goon to the local pub… 
I wanted to show them my raft (that no longer exists) and the beach I spent a lot of my youth on. Even though the water is cold and the weather windy….