Kennebunkport Maine

29th September and we left the hot city and flew to Boston where we picked up our hire car and drove for an hour or so to Kennebunkport, a place Pete had cleverly identified as a pretty waterside stop for the night. We stayed in a basic lodge just outside the main town. The whole area is fabulously New England, rich with weatherboarded buildings fronted by deep porches with the ubiquitous rocking chairs and swing seats. I love it. We ate at Federal Jacks - Maine lobster which was delicious. And I put my bib on to eat it! Pete declined and ended up with spattered clothes. Our sweet waitress, whose husband is from Staines, ( can't imagine why he wouldn't prefer to go back there to live, haha) came back to us after a decent length of time to ask  how ' the battle' was going, by which time we were finished amongst a table of shells and napkins. 

The whole of Kennebunkport is lobster obsessed; toys, t shirts, pjs, slippers, hats - you can't get away from them. A very happy experience!