On Monday, August 23, my wife and I visited Church Bay. We were told previously by many that it was the place to snorkel. As a water dweller, I rushed to the occasion. Upon our arrival, we were in disbelief of the beauty that surrounded us.

Leaving my wife on the sandy beach to indulge myself in the beauty of the sea, I dropped my wedding band in the sand. After searching desperately for half an hour, I asked two gentlemen who were running a rental stand there, if they knew someone on the island who owned a metal detector and that I would gladly pay for their services. Immediately they came to the spot where the ring was lost and began searching with their rakes as though they were expert beach combers. Sometime had passed and my hope was lost. One man offered me a phone number to call a jewellery finder. As I reached the phone at the top of hill, their efforts continued I waited for a young man to end his call for what seemed to be a century.

As a newly married husband watching his honeymoon dwindle, my impatience and desperation increased. At the height of pounding my foot upon the sand, grinding my teeth and desiring the world's largest cigarette, one of the gentlemen called me to come down the hill. He had indeed found my ring a foot and a half from the surface of the sand.

At least my honeymoon may continue due to the help from the two men. I want the Editor to give thanks for me to Glenn Johnson and his assistant at the Church Bay Beach.

MR. AND MRS. ALAN GARCIA Harmony Club Paget