When grandmother retired she shocked everyone by taking up the lease on her great grandfathers abandoned island. All that remained was a rickety jetty from the south bank out to the island, which always looked as if a high tide would totally engulf it.
It had remained a legacy to past ancestors attempts at eking a living out of a lake that sported numerous fish species in its day. Today most of the remaining islands had become holiday cottages and weekenders for the businessmen who took their families away from the hustle bustle of city life.
For grandmother it represented solitude, a chance to commune with her environment and indulge herself in her reading and crocheting.
It never bothered her that it was a half days journey to the nearest shop. That her doctor was a day away and that communication was all but nil. She had a satellite Internet connection that seemed to have a mind of its own depending on the weather and the wind direction.
I visited her once, stayed a few days, enjoyed the solitude and the opportunity to get to know my remarkable grandmother, as woman strong in character and resilient to boot.