Holiday, part 1

Yes, probably the posting you havent been waiting for, especially if you’ve been following events in the Garden, somewhere else, or played a part in it, yes James and Kate, I do mean you lol! But for those few other people, who want to know about the holiday, wonder no more. It is fairly brief on the whole, I will take mercy on you in that sense at least.

I will however split it into 2 postings, due to length

Saturday 15th

As mentioned before, there is one huge advantage (apart from them generally being a good airline, though more later) of flying to the US with Aer Lingus, doing pre clearance at Shannon Airport. Seriously, no queue at immigration, through in less than a minute, and he was a lovely guy too. Flight was smooth, arrived early, and case appeared in a reasonable period of time. Somehow I got past Kate in the lounge, suspect it was because I was foicussed on finding Carousel 3, but anyway, she spotted me the moment I’d retrieved it. Shuttle back to her car, and we head off on to the road. Soon work out we arent heading for Vermont, New Hampshire or Maine, when we head south. Otherwise,initially at least, not a clue. Soon on the road to Cape Cod, so worked that much out at least. End up at a hotel with its own private beach, a wonderful setting, but sadly for both of us, no internet in the bedrooms. Given both of us had people and things we had to keep in touch with, the theory of staying there 3 nights went out the window. Thankfully the wonderful Kate found us a sister hotel in Hyannis to stay at the next 2 nights, and believe me, that setting was very nice too.

Sunday 16th

7.30am, I stroll down to the beach in my sandals, admire the view, and enjoy the peaceful surroundings. About 8.45, call Kate, (we had separate rooms, because I’m a morning person, she’s a late person, so, let us both go to bed, and get up when we wanted to) tell her I’ll be down on the beach when she’s ready. I was, relaxed on a beach chair, reading my book, wearing my sunglasses, shocking stuff lol. Head off to Hyannis, park car at our new hotel, and via breakfast, head off to Martha’s Vineyard by the high speed ferry. Super lunch, but yes, guilty, when we got back to where the ferry goes from, I ended up with a sparkly t-shirt, only shock to some being that it was blue, not pink lol! 😛 Back to Hyannis by traditional ferry, then book in for the night.

Monday 17th

I’d been told this day trip was something special, and she was right. Did start in a hilarious manner as I had a short sleeved top on, and Kate suggested I might want to reconsider, while not wanting to tell me why. I might be domme(ish) lol, but I’m not daft, I changed! Whale watching, and as it turned out, a bit of dolphin watching too, on the way back. Seriously, absolutely magnificent sight, so glad we did it. Seeing those creatures, so close, absolutely awesome.

Tuesday 18th

We started out relatively early, as this was the day we headed for Albany, and to meet up again with James. Another good reason for leaving early, the weather forecast suggested the 2nd half of the day would be wet, and they were right! We did manage to get into the Berkshires before the weather fell apart, but it was (very) wet all the way from there. So much so, we didnt bother to leave the hotel after arriving, just eating downstairs.

First half music, lets have something obvious. You can tell how old this is, by how young she looks!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0X7RyGBq2E8

 

2 thoughts on “Holiday, part 1”

  1. Yes, that was certainly a lovely time to just lay on the beach, plenty warm enough, even at 9.00 for that. Summer might well be too hot to spend very long doing that

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