Mackworth Island is one of my very favorite discoveries since moving to Portland. The 100-acre island, connected to the mainland by a skinny causeway, is all pocket coves and brambly raspberry thickets, and fairy villages and hidden beaches. It’s only a 10-minute bike ride from the house, but it feels removed and remote. The day we went, we happily lost several hours there, skipping stones from a rocky shoreline where, across the water, we could see Portland’s Eastern Prom. A getaway without being gone.
