My friend Anne came to visit the end of July and it was my excuse to have a wonderful, glorious holiday for 10 days. I meant to blog each day and chronicle our travels around the Island, but we really showed our age by coming home each day and collapsing. After we ate, of course. Lobster, lots of lobster.
We travelled from one end of the Island to the other, hitting as many beaches as we could, sightseeing, deep sea fishing, attending a fiddle festival in Abrams Village and eating. Surprisingly, we only got into the wine one day and that's probably a sign of age too. We're out of practice.
So here's a pictorial review of some of our travels and something for me to look at in the dead of winter. I was pretty ruthless, but there are still lots of pictures.