Oh dear, I am still shaking at what might have been.
I was teaching a class on Saturday at The Embroiderers' Guild and being the weekend the ferry and barge time tables change. No barges till 8am and the first ferry is 6:45am, which is the one I had to catch. When I lived in town and was teaching I just carried my requirements out to the car and drove to where I wanted to go. Here I have to walk 1k to the ferry and then 900metres from the ferry to the car. On Saturday I was talking to another resident on the ferry and up the jetty and I got held up. Then I rushed up through the park to get to the parking area over rough ground because it was threatening to rain. My bags were held on the trolley with a 'bungy strap' but the bottom bag must have slipped out somewhere along the way. (In fact it dropped out behind the public toilets where I had taken a short cut.) The strap was still tight when I put the trolley in the car and I didn't realise that I had lost a bag.
Realisation dawned when I went to put up the display of samples for the class. No samples. This was all my TAST work from 2010 - 2015 plus other embroidery samples I had made. All I could do was ring my husband and send him out looking. He had no luck. So, I put a post up on the island Facebook page and within 5 minutes someone was posting that they had found the bag and handed it to the Post Mistress. Then the Post Mistress was on the phone to say she had the bag and would deliver it to my home.
There are great advantages to living in a small community.