There we were all ready to go down for our first night and no Henrietta so she had to stay behind. Silly cat! Next morning she was most contrite and came on the return journey with a trailer load of furniture including a frig. She has a bolt hole in a kitchen cupboard but consented to emerge to sleep on our bed which is in the Lookout Room until the renovations are done.
Christopher's parents Betty and Les came with scones and we celebrated moving in and explored the property. Les has always lived at Port Mac so he is nearly a local and knows the area well.
Sunday night there was a glorious sunset after a thunderstorm and big fat cold raindrops - and now I see why we're doing this difficult thing. We sat on the beach deck and enjoyed the view until dark, David lamenting that he hasn't yet brought down his diving gear to take advantage of the glassy calm sea.
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