Days

Kevin hauled two damp lime sacks from the shed to the windward porch side and spread them on the tarp, turning them hourly as planned. Jenny checked the water tank level and found …

The morning air sat heavy at 26 degrees as the dry season lingered. Kevin stood by the edge of the stalled intercept trench, testing the sun-baked earth with his hand. 'The ground'…

The morning fog clung to the garden at dawn, obscuring the lighthouse and keeping the damp. Kevin stood by the stalled intercept trench, testing the stability of the saturated clay…

Dawn found Kevin and Jenny at the weeping ground near the northeast garden wall. Kevin tested the seepage depth while Jenny noted the layout for the stalled brush removal. He attem…

Dawn found Jenny on the porch steps, ankle elevated, watching the trade wind lift the garden tarp. Kevin stood in the doorway, checking the dinghy bow line against the clear horizo…

Dawn broke over Sorrel Island with rain lashing from the west. Kevin sat on the dock edge, securing the dinghy bow line while Jenny, ankle wrapped, watched water pour off the garde…

Dawn found Kevin on the porch with binoculars raised to the north ridge, cloud base low over the Carex transect line. Jenny sat beside him, ankle elevated on a crate, fresh sea bee…

Dawn brought heavy air and steady pressure at 1002 hPa. Kevin checked the barometer while Jenny sat on the steps, ankle propped on a crate, watching clouds roll over the north ridg…

Dawn broke heavy and still over Sorrel Island. The barometer held at 1004, but the sky pressed low, thick with rain that had not yet fallen. Jenny sat on the porch with her swollen…

Rain lashed the dock planks at dawn. Kevin checked mooring line tension while Jenny wrapped her ankle dry on a crate, watching grey waves roll over the reef. The tide rose steadily…

Dawn light caught salt spray on the rail as Kevin checked the barometer: 1011 hPa and dropping. Jenny worked the north garden bed, scraping salt crust from saturated clay. "Pressur…

Dawn found Jenny on the steps watching clouds thicken over the north ridge while Kevin checked the barometer — 1013 hPa and falling. The air hung heavy, humid with coming rain. Kev…

Dawn found the lighthouse swallowed by fog. The air hung thick and wet, the barometer needle sliding down. Jenny stayed in the bunk, fever rising, ankle throbbing with infection. K…

Dawn arrived thick with mist, muffling the waves. Kevin and Jenny sat on the damp porch before he walked to the dock. "Radio check at 0800. Then south piling while the tide's still…

Dawn found the tide high against the corroded southern pilings, swell building from the southeast. Kevin checked mooring lines while Jenny watched clouds thicken over the north rid…

Dawn found Kevin and Jenny on the south dock as the tide swelled against the pilings. Jenny checked the dinghy's mooring lines while Kevin watched clouds thicken over the island. K…

Dawn found Kevin and Jenny on the dock as the tide receded fast, exposing slick algae and tide pools around the pilings. Humidity hung thick under a grey horizon. They doubled bow …

Dawn found them on the dock as the tide pulled back from the pilings. Kevin tested the sistered beams while Jenny watched salt-creep bloom on the rotting wood. "Don't lean too hard…

Dawn broke heavy and still over Sorrel Island. Jenny sat on the cottage steps with her ankle propped, watching epoxy cure on the jerry can repair while Kevin scanned the empty hori…

Dawn brought a hard south-east wind driving salt spray across the reef. Kevin checked tension on the landward cleat sistering while Jenny monitored water levels for surge signs. Th…