Marshland Restaurant, by pd Lyons

Once upon a time I was lucky enough to spend a few weeks in a little cape cod cottage across the street from the beach in East Sandwich – and totally alone! Late autumn storms, gales sung through the walls and lifted the ceiling panels. I had an old army field jacket and a good wool cap fit under the hood – so every day walked for miles then back to write – no tv, no phone, and on occasion into town to find company at the Marshland. It was back in the day when Cape Cod  “closed” for the off season. Marshland Restaurant just what I wanted some place to remind me to home because I was tired from walking the Atlantic alone in the rain. the potatoes had lumps, string beans still had strings and the coffee? just as if I had re-heated it myself left over from this morning