When I go to the cottage by the sea I drive an hour and a half on the highway. Sometimes the trip, although never as dramatic as a ferry ride, can offer its own waves and winds in the form of rain, snow and traffic. And yet, the satisfaction of living by the sea. The pounding of the sea on the rocks and sand takes away any smug feeling of control. A sunny day on Iona, or a pristine sunrise at the cottage does the same.