Islands have long held a deep, abiding fascination. Everyone who has grappled with getting along with their fellow human being understands the phrase “can’t live with them, can’t live without them”. Everyone has at some time mused on what life would be like on a remote deserted island, alone with only the sound of the gentle wash against the sunbleached sands.
Perhaps it’s because so few have dared make this daydream a reality that such men as Robert Dean Frisbie (“The Book of Pukapuka”, “The Island of Desire”) and Tom Neale (“An
