Thank god for Marjorie! Our laundry was taking over the boat—in more ways than one—and so finding a laundromat was the driving force behind our decision to come to Hermitage, a road-served, larger community than the outports we’ve been fortunate enough to visit over the last while. So learning that a laundromat is not one of the amenities available in Hermitage disconcerted us for a while. However, June, the post mistress and fount of all knowledge, solved our problem quickly and easily. She directed us to the sixth house on the right on the street where Marjorie resides, and now our clothes are clean, folded beautifully, and sweet-smelling once again.