My new neighbour has apparently joined his guest in the water. I have a little desk set up, where I’ll sometimes eat my dinner, or play crosswords, along with an old, beaten-up leather love seat, where I’ve spent many an afternoon nap and currently Griffin is doing the same.Ī large splash of water draws a sleepy woof from Grif, and I look over to the dock on the other side. My favourite spot is my screened-in porch, I can smell the pines, feel the breeze off the lake, and hear the sound of the occasional loon or cormorant visiting, yet not get eaten alive by the bugs. Hell, the local grocery store even delivers to the top of my drive. I love my little corner of the world, with my dog, wilderness at my back, beautiful views in front of me, and still close enough to civilization. In stark contrast to the large home across the water, I just have a one bedroom log cabin, with a kayak and an old canoe pulled up on my ancient dock. And here I thought that with the disappearance of the construction crews, I’d be able to start enjoying my peaceful solitude again. Definitely not what I’d consider the sweet sound of kids at play. The same boat I just saw his lady friend diving out of, squealing. The only activity our little private bay ever saw was the splashing and giggles when their grandkids came to visit, but in the few days since the new guy moved in, all I’ve heard is the revving of that blasted speedboat of his.

They’d been on the lake for over twenty-five years and had been a great source of information, since I bought my place a few years ago. Frank and Harriet, the former owners, decided to sell and move closer to their grandchildren. His cottage-although it can hardly be qualified as such anymore-is clear across the small inlet from me on Spence Lake. When I discovered a single guy was moving in, and I saw some of the luxurious renovations done to the home, including a two-level deck, I was afraid something like this might happen. I go inside for five minutes and this is what is waiting for me?

A change in tide freya barker