Lady Campanula
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It must be the season, or the arthritis, or the ennui, but I find myself picturing meself and a smallish, easily-handled boat beating in a fresh, bright breeze into a fair haven like Canna in The Inner Isles, known as a sailor's refuge since before Columba, or swinging gently to her own anchor in the pool off Les Sept Iles, off the Breton coast, lamps lit and with a vivid sunset out to the west. There's great pleasure in good company, and there's also content with solitude and a good book.
Now, which good book would be suited to which anchorage....?
Then there's....

Now, which good book would be suited to which anchorage....?
Then there's....