Small towns on the coasts live by the water. They are on the periphery of the known world for those arriving by boat. The green hills are hiding unknown trails, vistas, dangers, opportunities. There’s a new life on the edge, an alternative life, that could be lived once you step off the boat. You look at the shore as it approaches, and spot a small house with a terrace. There’s a chair, a comfortable chair, and a ledge where you can put your coffee and a book.

If you fly over the edge with a drone, you’ll see it set against the endless expanse of the sea. The land is always small compared to the ocean, when you are on the boundary.