Nearby newbies found Roseledge Books through this blog (RBb) which is such good news and a little bit magical. The coast is so fraught with in’s and out’s, that finding anything as subtly advertised as RB seems like magic. Remember last year when someone in a boat found RBb and recognized the East Wind Inn from the webcam, so knew just how to get here? This matters because the walk from a dinghy tied up at the public landing has to take a jog right on 131 past the Tenants Harbor General Store, then join up with Sea Street by hypotenuse through the General Store driveway or by right angle right turn on Mechanic Street at the Post Office then 20 steps later, a right angle left turn onto Sea Street immediately in front of RB’s only sign, hanging on the corner maple tree. Just so there can be no confusion, the sign has an arrow pointing up the hill to the left. Surely finding RB without instruction is a kind of magic, but nifty newbies did. And when they left, RB had its first best seller of the year, Bernd Heinrich’s The Snoring Bird.
Then a former student (never an old student) commented, and now RB has another newbie to anticipate. In a general answer to her specific question, last I noticed, Noble Clay was still in Martinsville on the right on 131, about 4 miles beyond Tenants Harbor (and RB) on the road to Port Clyde. Mars Hall Gallery, just a bit further on 131 on the right, typically has some pottery, too. Beyond that, I’ll wait to talk of food and books and other things until you are here. I’m (still) always good at having opinions.
Reading update: I liked Ian Rankin’s A Question of Blood and await Millie’s return with Steig Larsson’s third, Girl Who Kicked the Hornet‘s Nest, a treasure a friend picked up in paperback (British edition) while traveling through Zurich. RB won’t have it in paperback until the U.S. edition is printed, (probably) next year. RB does have his first two: Girl With the Dragon Tatoo and Girl Who Played With Fire. Meanwhile I’m reading and liking a lot Harry Dolan’s Bad Things Happen. He was a philosophy major (as opposed to a philosopher). So he knows how to parse a sentence, ask big question, cover all bases, and get to the point, says this one-time long ago philosophy major. More when Ive read more.
Nothing beats the four o’clock off-shore breeze when the day is hot and sunny and sometimes humid. I am presently sitting in its path, relishing the relief, and knowing this is absolutely the best place in the world to be. Why aren’t you here?