Is there anything more perfect than an orchard at dusk?

And beyond the orchard is a field sea grasses, all sloping down to ...



the sea:



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!