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Writing about Inverness, below, I got ahead of myself. Headed north on Sir Francis Drake Boulevard, travelers come first to Inverness Park, which is even smaller. The two towns are easy to confuse. I mention Inverness Park because our other “restaurant” is here: when we arrive in the area, we often stop at the deli next to the Busy Bee Bakery, right at the edge of town. The sandwiches are good, and “next to the Busy Bee Bakery” is all the directions you need. I have just described most of Inverness Park, I think.

I like to eat the sandwiches on the plastic patio furniture out front, next to the small parking lot, and look out across the valley. The only industry here is dairying and tourism, and the dairying is no longer a growth industry. I look across the pastures that fill this end of the valley, and I relax. That is a rare sensation for me.

Above is a closer view of the wrecked fishing boat behind the store at Inverness Proper. You can see that its fishing days are done, that its best use is now exposing its wretchedness for photographs like this one.

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