We left this island on a rainy Monday afternoon, rode the crowded ferry and then filed onto the shuttle bus back to our car. I had my hand on the pole, but was looking right talking with Esme. I felt Catherine’s head on my arm, but didn’t turn back right away. By the time I did give her my attention, her head was heavy and she was sound asleep. Sweet thing!

Luckily for my arm, the bus ride didn’t last too much longer.