An excellent quiet day in Vinalhaven - there really is nothing like an island, and this one reminds me so much of the Île aux Moines, the other side of the Atlantic - so of course the minute I set foot on it, I loved it to bits.
Rocks, seaweed,
and a hike with a monarch butterfly, and, on a tiny off-shore island, lots of seals (not pictured),
and Alice and Charlotte trekking valiantly through the bushes - Charlotte's hat making her look very like Vera ...
The Historical Society was full of documents and images of the island's granite industry - followed by netting (not so much for fish, but nets to keep flies off horses), domestic crafts and life; local businesses, and of course lobstering.
Did I say lobsters? Of course, it was very fresh lobsters for dinner:
trying to put out of our mind the fact that they'd been in the ocean enjoying their lobstery lives this morning.
And then the moon and stars over a quiet Vinalhaven night.
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