Two weekends ago I spent a couple days in our family house on île d'Yeu, which was very unusual and most welcome. We never go for such a short time and I've only gone there in the height of Summer lately. It was utter bliss walking on the beach down the house in the morning when the tide is low, swimming in the cold cold sea, eating smoked tuna and walking on the cliffs of the wild coast. I do love this island. I only took three or four pictures (to be processed), but here are some random ones from over the years (the oldies were obviously taken by my parents).
Incidentally, I've been reading Tove Jansson's Summer Book, set on a small island. It's so good.