Wednesday, 22 October 2014
Moving to an island
When they first moved there, they tried to send out invitations to a gathering, and found it took weeks; they had to walk to each house in turn, since no one used phones. At each house people would invite them in and insist they stay for dinner, and pile their arms full of whatever was ripe. At the time the rhubarb was ready, so they walked away with bushels of rhubarb from each house.
A tank of petrol lasted them months, since people had cars, but there was almost nothing to do with them.