The wind was howling at 20 knots and we were getting small lovely showers in the morning. Best thing to do, is close your hatches and read a book.

Once the wind had died a little, and the showers passed, it was time to motor the six miles to Tammio, an old fishing community that still has one permanent resident.

We haven’t been here for over ten years, since it really isn’t a touristy spot. The pier has a few buoys for visitors, but you can’t really call it appealing. The houses are mostly summer residences and there aren’t any shopping opportunities.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to come here during a busy summer weekend. Would you see fishing nets hanging out and drying, waiting to be mended and then put out again? What a romantic notion.

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