No Mail on Cranberry Island...

But Patrick says upon his return from Capetown that most of the mail was mine, so look for blogs when I get back to Suffolk: after a ferry to the mainland, a little plane from Bangor, a seven hour lay-over in Detroit, arrival in Schipol including a mad cap search for a hidden postcard, a hopper to Norwich, and a drive through East Anglia and finally to the farm.