Is there anything more perfect than an orchard at dusk?
And beyond the orchard is a field sea grasses, all sloping down to ...
Dear reader, would you believe that all of this splendor has been abandoned, and for many, many years, as long as anyone on the island can remember?
I found it on a twilight walk, a short was from where we were staying. Drunken Steven in front of our house:
Unlike most of my hair-brained schemes, Steven encourages my real estate lust in NB, and I half think our first house will be a second home there.
But oh, the orchards!