It is perfect. I know where this is and I don't know much about it. It seems too far and I know that she said no to an island off the island. And this is an island off of an island that is off an island. We are on a big island and as far as she said she would go, I understand and I am grateful to be beside the ocean. Reading it again. Still perfect, not for us. Too old, too far away, way over my head, but, it is perfect. What my youthful self used to daydream of reading John Seymours book so many times. Watching Hugh on River Cottage many years later and so many times. Every doodle I have ever made is part of this. 'There is a new post today.' 'Oh yeah. Let's see.' Her eyes dart, they always dart and I like that about her (and everything else). The first time we met I loved her eyes (and everything else). Little movements away from centre. Not far, just tiny. I would guess she changes gaze from my eye to my brow or upper lip. A cute surveil that never leaves th...