There's something so romantic about winter and I don't know whether that's just because

I'm a bit for homebody and I love a 5th but I think it's just the holiday period is just

for me it's the most romantic period and I think anyone who's listened to my records

will know that I'm quite a big fan of romance.

Joy in every sip with red carp snout back at Starbucks.

It's December 1862 England is ruled by Queen Victoria and in America Abraham Lincoln

is the 16th president as the Civil War ridges on but on Rapa Nui a tiny triangular island

2,000 miles from mainland Chile a boy and his father stand on a sloping hillside digging

their crop of sweet potatoes.

A faint breeze rustles the boy's loincloth when the heat is relentless.

Tired the boy sits on the dry earth to rest.

He watches the waves crashing to the black volcanic rocks that lie in the coast then asks

for a story.

His father smiles and starts to tell him his favourite one.

It's about their ancestors, great navigators who sailed for 20 days to reach this island

a thousand years ago with only the stars as their map.

The boy looks further up the hill to where the giant stone heads scatter the landscape.

These are the Moai.

They are said to possess the spirits of the dead chiefs and priests of his people.

If they are honored the islanders who are also called Rapa Nui will be protected.

Suddenly his father falls silent.

The boy gets to his feet and follows his gaze.

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