Washing a winter’s wool in rainwater
Barrels, a wooden spindle and a week of drying in a draughty room.
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The church tower in the fog
A wooden tower, a grey morning and why the bell sounds closer when you cannot see it.
Houses on stilts at low tide
Why they stand on legs, what the mud smells like and what a good neighbour does at high water.
Rowing out in the rain
A small boat, crossed oars and the one rule I keep about the weather.
Sheep in the fog meadow
A green field, a bank of grey and the animals that do not mind either.
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Tide and Weather
A free letter every Thursday from the island: one place, one thing noticed and one thing to try.
“The one email I open the day it lands.”