Welcome to my home on the Web. It's a rather sprawling demesne with many areas to explore and untold
treasures to find. I am always adding on, so chances are there will be new things to discover whenever
you pass this way again. Feel free to poke around. I'll be out back working on the Camel if you need
...and he held a sword in his right hand and a glass of wine in his left,
and the devil himself danced behind his eyes, as blue as Flora's...
You are standing before a large Victorian house at the southernmost end of what some call the Wild Coast.
The early morning sun filters through the branches of the stately live oaks shading the path to the broad apron
surrounding the front. To the east you can hear the faint sound of rolling surf mingled with the laughter of gulls.
A narrow dirt path leads away to the west, across peaceful meadows,
and on up into some low, wooded hills. A sandy trail leads east through the
woods to the shore not far away. And a wide, grassy path
leads through the woods to the south.
The front door appears to be unlocked. Do you wish to enter?