Even as an adult, the whole idea of a “secret hideaway” never lost its appeal. I still daydream about escaping to tiny cabins in the middle of nowhere to be alone with books, projects or a special someone.

The Tiny House Blog has a nice little collection of island cabins.

Something about these isolated capsules of comfort is almost meditative.

Granted, they are not the most convenient locations, and in the event of a storm or intense food craving (both of which are equally severe in my opinion) you’re pretty much out of luck.

However, I’d be willing to chance it for a few days and simply show up fortified with oil lanterns and an array of sweets.

See more here.