Across the harbour

Since the bridge fell into disrepair and was subsequentially blown up (one of the great disappointments of my adulthood is not being there to see it blow), I don’t find myself on the other island all that often. It used to be possible to walk from our house to the lighthouse without setting foot in…

End of day

John and I painted the front of the house today. It’s a long way up and involved an abundance of ladder work at heights edging on nerve-wracking, but it’s done. I still have to caulk the windows and do trim, but trim is for next year. So I took an evening wander to stretch my…

Repetition

There’s a certain fascination with walking the same paths over and over, in all sorts of weather, and seeing different things each time. Exploits is made of two islands and ours is the one to the northeast. On this island, an old cart track runs the length of the island and is dotted with houses…