We arrived here late - like 2am late. Bob was heroically waiting up for us with a stiff scotch and a beer for Finn, and it was closer to 3am before bed.
Morning brought a revelation. Our bedroom looks out over a completely unspoiled salt marsh on Amelia Island, just on the border of Florda and Georgia. Spanish moss does drip from the trees and we saw herons, pelicans and maybe even an eagle.
The Hogan's house is situated by itself on a little peninsula, just off the intercoastal waterway. It feels like its in the wilderness.
America, as ever, is easily underestimated - its wild and unspoiled here.
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