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.
Written for: http://caveofscribes.starvingactivist.com/2015/08/08/the-unanticipated-consequence-of-life/
Morpethroad 
What a nice story….it felt like I was visiting on this remote tranquil island home.
Thank you Oliana, so pleased you felt that. It’s a lovely place.
Oh it really is!!! I have not seen this prompt site before…really interesting photos!
Yes every week its a challenge always an interesting image to play with.
Oh I like this, Michael! How I would love to live in such a place.
Can you row a boat? I keep thinking about that high tide….
Can I row a boat–hmmm; well, maybe for short periods if the water’s not rough. Oddly enough, I feel game to try…(I must be delirious).
Its probably the muffins Val, you did put the ‘stuff’ into them didn’t you?
Not sure what “stuff” you mean (my brain has slowed to a crawl)–but in any event, I gave the muffins to my 2 maintenance guys–so I didn’t even taste them!
lol…..must be your bed time Val….
Nice take on the prompt, Michael. I think Gran is a very wise woman. I could do with an island like that, at the moment my writing is going nowhere.
Thanks Lyn, we all have times when our writing is a nothing…but hang in there inspiration can’t be far away….
Oooh, your comment about high tide now has me thinking!
It could. Be a worry I was thinking.