The Great Outdoors

We spent the second part of the weekend at a friend's holiday home in Michiana, so called because it lies close to the state line between Indiana and Michigan. Guess they thought Indigan wasn't such a pretty name. We did indeed get some work done on the show, although much of the conversation took place not over a baby grand as I expected, but in the foyer of the Four Winds casino whilst her husband won and mine lost.
Their cottage was like a Swiss chalet, tucked away in a wooded area close to the Lake Michigan beach and dunes. It was an idyllic spot, with so much surrounding woodland, we may as well have been in a tree house. We went for long walks along the beach, around the surrounding houses and to the nearest harbour at New Buffalo. The weather was balmy, but well behaved, with the thunder storm confined to the middle of the night.
We returned home late Monday afternoon, I was relieved to find the Hanging Gardens of Cress Creek had survived a day without watering, but somewhat shocked to find the entire front lawn and driveway smothered in leaves and broken branches. I can only assume the little storm we had experienced in Michigan, was a bit larger in our particular neck of the woods...