There is no better place than New England in the summer.
The summer has a special light to it, sunny, misty, hazy. The sound of sails clanging against masts as boats gently rock in their slips.
The smell of the sea, the look of wind tousled hair and the feel of sand in your shoes. I love it all. I love watching people climb over rocks looking for shellfish. Watching dogs bark at the waves.
Growing up in a coastal New England town I think you take it for granted. Even my down-trodden misjudged and abused little city has a special light to it. The sights and smells of summer are things I miss.
I’m thankful that I get to enjoy this time for a couple of weeks each year. I’m hopeful that Squidge will get to know this special place. Although she is English by birth she is also a New England girl. There are ice cream memories waiting for her here.
Family to spin her around until she falls over in fits of dizzy giggles.
We’re both looking forward to Wal’s arrival. He’s never experienced New England in the summer. I’m sure he’ll love it as much as I do.