Evening walks on an island with grass tracks and no vehicular traffic.
Every house on these islands has its own unique view of the world and every one of us is convinced that our view is the ultimate view on the islands.
Over the years I’ve managed to scope out a lot of the views from other folks’ decks, or “bridges” as they’re called here. Below is the evening from Don Manuel’s place, or what was Gus & Ruby Jeffreys house in my childhood.
I can’t walk past this place without remembering Ruby calling us kids in and giving us a cookie. Evenings were spent catching conners off Gus’ wharf while he made fish (local term for gutting and filetting).