Our friends in Maine live in South Portland but they also have a summer house on an island in Casco Bay… Long Island, Maine. They spend the whole glorious summer there. Three beautiful sunny months. They are SO lucky.
The island is a one and a half hour ferry ride away from Portland. There are no shops on the island and all groceries must be brought in on the ferry or grown on the island. My kind of life.
We were little tired from our red-eye flight to Portland but so eager to live in ‘island style’ for a few days.
Wow… what a beautiful place Long Island, Maine, is. The sea is so clean and blue and the sky goes on forever.
Tim and Debra’s 100-year old island house sits on a bluff overlooking the ocean. 72 steps takes you down to their beach that is, I kid you not, teeming with sea-glass. We spent hours collecting handfuls of beautifully colored glass. And Teddy spent all that time throwing rocks into the sea.
We relaxed and unwound and time slowed to a trickle.
We walked to a beach… long white sand and one else on it. Just us.
My Good Man and Tim and the kids had a quick dip. It was freezing.
The sunsets were beautiful, fire orange, and the night sky packed full of stars.
On our last night, we had the treat of lobster for dinner. The lobster-man hand delivered them to the house, fresh from his morning’s catch.
Kitty was in two minds but when Tim explained that he hipnotizes them before cooking them so that they don’t feel a thing, she felt much better.
Tim fetched a pot of salt water from the sea to cook them in.
We had them just like that, with butter and fresh corn on the cob. It was one of the most delicious meals I have ever had in my whole life.
Teddy declared that lobster is his favorite meal too… he ate every last ounce of lobster meat on his plate.
In the morning we were up early for the ferry ride back to Portland, refreshed from living the island life and ready for our next adventures.
Island life rocks!
Blessings and magic,