Almost three years ago my friend Sally took the picture of me posted on the banner at the top of this blog. It was my 50th birthday, I was in paradise — literally — laying on a sandbar a long way off the beach. Pretty nice.

That seems like such a long time ago. I was eager to leave The States, eager to be back home, eager to hear the singers (bugs, actually) at night and to get into a new book.

The Harbour, from my porch at the Duck Inn

All that eagerness must have made the time fly by because now I’m eager to get my memory back, it seems to have gone with the celebration.

I just have to post something, so there you have it; kind of a nothing, but the pictures are good.