No television. No internet connection. Didn’t even open the computer until the last day.
Instead, there were hyacinths backed by blue sky.
Also enjoyed but not photographed: a Stephen King style cemetery complete with inverted graves, drinks in the original town father’s house overlooking the harbor, a terribly played game of scrabble, much handwriting of new novel ideas, and 10 blissful minutes in a eucalyptus scented steam-room.
It’s an unassuming little cabin
Absent were the editor and the worrier, who apparently missed the boat that we caught, with only seconds to spare. In fact, I think I saw them stamping their feet on the dock as they untied the ropes behind us. Makes me think that I might want to stay on an island where some genius thought to train an apple tree to an arbor so that spring could be welcomed looking like this.