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Recently, “06880” mentioned — again — Fiona’s Disappearing Island.

That’s the bit of land you can see (or, depending on the tide, not see) near the Soundview Drive jetty, at the Hillspoint Road/South Compo bend (aka Schlaet’s Point).

Just like Fiona’s Island, her story has popped up regularly here.

Fiona’s Disappearing Island sign returned recently to the corner of Soundview Drive and Hillspoint Road. (Photo/Patricia McMahon)

But who is Fiona? Betsy P. Kahn explains:

I rescued Fiona from a shelter in North Carolina. Sadly, she had been very abused.

She was destined for euthanasia, but I fell in love with her pretty face.

She got a second chance in life. She moved with me to Westport, where we settled in our first little beach cottage on Danbury Avenue.

Life was a dream for her …

Except that with all the beautiful beach to run and play on, she was a “runner” who wouldn’t come back. That meant she had to basically live her life outdoors — always on a leash.

Fiona with her leash, on Soundview Drive.

Until one day on a beach walk, I discovered a wee island, accessible only when the tide was super low.

That island became her salvation.

We began to live our lives by the tides. I’d take Fiona to “her island.” It controlled her desire to run and play to the space and time of the disappearing land.

She began to trust me. Her spirit calmed. As time passed, she became a piece of my heart. She stopped running away.

Fiona and friend, near her island.

Through the years we covertly hung funky signs, painted by our family and often bejeweled.

They became prize items to steal. One vanished the day after a wedding was held on the island.

That was totally OK. We made more, and hung them even higher.

I am so pleased to see that people remember the name: Fiona’s Disappearing Island.

One day I’d like to write a book about her journey of second chances, and the life of discovery and renewal found when one lives by the water here (and only at very low tide).

Fiona lived to a ripe age of 14. We sprinkled her ashes (of course) on her favorite spot.

At very low tide.

High sign.

If anyone has not yet discovered “Fiona’s Disappearing Island.” I highly recommend it.

Come to Compo at very low tide. Walk out past the Schlaet’s Point jetty.

It’s magical, with green marsh grasses, tidal pools, horseshoe crabs, mussels and sometimes conch shells.

And always plenty of space to run and run and run.

Viva Fiona!

PS: I found the disappearing island once on an old town map. It was labeled  “Dumb Island.”

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