We woke to rain and wind beating on the windows, which meant outdoor activities were curtailed. Mr. Brian made pancakes for the house, and we tried to make our way down the shore to the aquarium in Monteo, but the road north of Duck had been washed out. We contented ourselves with a lunch of excellent barbecue and fried fish served by illegible waitstaff. Finn melted down after that, so it was home for a nap in the top bunk and a quiet afternoon of reading and quiet time for us.

We’re not ready to come home yet.