The first time I saw this image I gasped. Not just because of the image, but the caption. This photo is taken in 1928, but I've seen the outline of this very island emerge from the pre-dawn light, on the midnight sailing from Suva.

My Dad was born in Nalotu, but moved to NZ in the early 1970s. We've been lucky enough to travel back a few times.
The one time I remember the most, I was living in London, and just him and I made it back.

I have this vivid memory, of sitting on the edge of the boat, off the coast from Nalotu village, hot sun beating down, floating above the reef, just out of reach, down through the clear water, the sound of surf breaking away to horizon.

And looking up at the outline of Nabukelevu - knowing that within a few days I'd be back in my small flat in Central London, in the grey cold of a UK winter and not knowing when I'd make it back. I knew in that moment that this was a place I'd always be connected too - no matter how far away I was.