Sagg

There isn't much about Sag Harbor not to like, nor really much that Jack hasn't done to make sure we've had fun here. It's been somewhat of a whirlwind and I'm not sure if today at 5:30am, looking out across the pink and blue horizon, in the company of the birds, is the right time to tell of all our adventures, as we have to be on the road by 6am as I am now adopting my brother-in-law's principals with regards to airport windows of opportunity. (Plus any spare time at the other end will be filled with my Russell Brand biography.) Simply put, I do not want to leave this lovely place, with its warm ocean, rattling jitneys and one-eyed dogs.