goodbye Acadia

Last day at the seaside cottage.

A morning spent cycling around lakes so covered in lily pads they looked like you could walk across them. Em singing at the top of her voice. Wild blueberries growing at our lunch spot. Frogs in the bog, bog, bog and the rich spicy scent of peaty soil. Wading in the sea until tea-time and another wonderful sunset.

In the morning we travel to Portland for a city stopover.