Exploring the Stories of the Islands and the Freedoms of Third Age


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The Armas ferry leaving at sunset tonight, taken from our little front balcony.  I have watched these boats coming and going so often over the last, eight months, if not into the sunset, then into the fresh, steely, early morning, or ploughing through the white caps of a churning sea.  I never, ever watch without a tugging at my heart to be on one of them.  Maybe a journey to another island is not so far, or maybe it could be the first of a thousand steps of a new journey in life.


Author: IslandMomma

Exploring island life and the freedoms of Third Age: Challenging myself every day: writing, traveling, snapping pix, running & teaching ESL

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