Somewhere on this island, a cottage is bracing for its lonely season — pipes untended, stove cold, porch light off. We'd like to fix that.

Two retired, capable, quietly obsessive caretakers — one fixes things, one balances the books, both fill woodsheds without being asked — are looking for a winter home to look after, in trade for the privilege of living in it. No pay required. Just handy, honest, and constitutionally unable to leave a place worse than we found it.

If your cottage goes quiet from October to May, let's talk before the first frost does.

S. & J., who spent last winter here and weren't ready to leave.