"He was an offcomer." What a wonderful explicit word, and I'm already in love with Rufus, the blind old man who communes with the sea and attracts attention and offerings away from the Rev's true Spirit in the Sky. Then there is Rissa who forecasts the weather in a most unconventional way, and Castello, Captain of Artillery, not the sea.
So we have them, the four guardians of this island, which has a habit of disappearing. We are treated to their several antics in an endearing, light hearted manner, which uncovers their traits of character. As the author states, nobody is quite real, or quite unreal, really. Which makes this tale all the more charming.
The little white boats which appear and disappear in a most strange fashion may also be considered not quite real, and they occupy the minds of the islanders, with unexpected consequences which are not my place to reveal.
But I will mention the Rev's misgivings about Mother Culver putting stories into people's heads, then he admits that planting ideas is what he does every Sunday, and asks himself if there is really any difference, if the intention is good?
And the influence of wind, which runs off with most of the detail, has been brought home to me - and the consequences when it stops, and the cries of the gulls become closer. Lovely passage, that.
A charming fairy tale for adults, ideal for blowing away the cobwebs of complicated life, and soothing stressful brows.