The best part about the cabin is sifting through all the old stuff. Like this mouldering cloth-bound poetry book, with my grandfather’s professorial notes.
This is him and my mum, having magical wilderness adventures that I want to be part of.
Also, I was really pleased to learn the names of the three mountains visible from our deck. Panther, Tetrahedron, and Rainy. I’ve already personified them all in a big way. Tetrahedron is obviously the fearless leader, possibly with the triforce of courage buried somewhere deep in its heart. Panther is the brawn. Rainy is philisophical, and prone to abstraction.