on Friday 21st, we left the lake cabin as the leaves were further stripped from the trees by fresher winds and the chipmunk's house was becoming buried under pine needles. A roofer chap had come to put a guard around the chimney pot against leaves and squirrels and we could feel the preparation for winter beginning all around us. I am sad that we were too late for hummingbirds here. The houses have feeders outside their windows for them and Jim said they have 3 or 4 at a time hovering in the height of summer.
We were sorry to leave this peaceful place but we were going back to Kennebunkport so knew we were headed for another good evening. It was misty and moody though as we hit the interstate 95 heading south, and eventually raining as we crossed into Maine. After we'd checked in to our lodge, we walked to the sea and back into Kennebunkport. This is where George W has a house on the coast and apparently his boat mooring just outside our lodge window. It is such a pretty little town even if it is very touristy. We met another English family from Cornwall - the only other English people we have met on our entire trip. They were moving on to the White Mountains to see the fall colours, we fear they may have missed them by now.
An enormous thunderstorm blew up overnight and rain hammered on the metal roof above us - it was good to know that we were moving on to Boston by car in the morning and not attempting to sightsee on foot.
We were sorry to leave this peaceful place but we were going back to Kennebunkport so knew we were headed for another good evening. It was misty and moody though as we hit the interstate 95 heading south, and eventually raining as we crossed into Maine. After we'd checked in to our lodge, we walked to the sea and back into Kennebunkport. This is where George W has a house on the coast and apparently his boat mooring just outside our lodge window. It is such a pretty little town even if it is very touristy. We met another English family from Cornwall - the only other English people we have met on our entire trip. They were moving on to the White Mountains to see the fall colours, we fear they may have missed them by now.
An enormous thunderstorm blew up overnight and rain hammered on the metal roof above us - it was good to know that we were moving on to Boston by car in the morning and not attempting to sightsee on foot.
Kennebunkport, ghosts in the trees
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