Katie and I spent some time last Friday, Good Friday in fact, picnicing on the land where the Seahoose once stood. It was wonderful to hear the waves and smell the salt air. The seagulls were particularly friendly, we had a good dozen or so mulling around us the whole time. I guess they are confused as to why there are so few people around now. It was a blustery day, but we did some hunting for treasures anyway. Not much to speak of right now, plenty of small shells and some tile but no glass or interesting driftwood. We did find a rusty chain saw, a broken plaster seashell lamp, parts of something metal with two wheels, and a great piece of blue rope. All was assembled at the edge of the property, the beginning of what I hope will be an on-going sculpture, that is, if the beginnings are still there next time I get back. All in all it was a wonderful day, we saw Tom and Georgia's new house, what a beauty!
The sobering and very clear thing is, the quaint place with houses for all budgets is forever gone, replaced with beautiful new brightly colored towers that are out of reach for most of us.
