This weekend I finally escaped the city for more than just a few hours. I had a car and I intended to go a good long way. First stop was New Bedford where I'd hoped to find some more historical records and photograph some old buildings connected with my family. Neither were to be found, but I did have a jolly nice sandwich (tuna salad made with long grain rice) so it wasn't entirely a bust. Having finished early in the afternoon, I had loads of time on my hands so I headed to Cape Cod. I could have driven all the way to Provincetown, but there's a limit to the hours I can spend in a car, so stopped at Hyannis and went to the beach were the beginnings of the sunset cast long shadows across the dunes.
The next morning was the highlight of the trip. Bright and early, I attended sacrament meeting with the Fall River Branch. This little congregation, with 50-60 people in attendance, were exactly what they professed to be, a family. The Branch President sang his heart out during the hymns. The meeting was friendly and familiar without being irreverent. You could sense real affection among the members and the talks given really drew the Spirit. I even took notes. Haven't done that for years!
After church, I made a quick stop at the cemetery (oh, how I love cemeteries!) and then on to Newport, Rhode Island, the fashionable summer retreat for well-heeled New Yorkers before the turn of the 19th century. 
The seashore is dotted with grand houses, indeed some, like the Vanderbilt's mansion The Breakers, are virtually palaces.
Despite 90 degree temperatures and blazing sun in New York and New Bedford, Newport was constantly overcast with strong ocean breezes blowing in great clouds of cool, moist air. I walked along the cliff path, enjoying the fresh sea air and the sound of the breaking waves. I love being near the ocean.
The seashore is dotted with grand houses, indeed some, like the Vanderbilt's mansion The Breakers, are virtually palaces.Despite 90 degree temperatures and blazing sun in New York and New Bedford, Newport was constantly overcast with strong ocean breezes blowing in great clouds of cool, moist air. I walked along the cliff path, enjoying the fresh sea air and the sound of the breaking waves. I love being near the ocean.
As I arrived home Sunday night, tired but refreshed, I realised I'd put my feet down in four different states that day.
The rest of the pictures from the trip are on Flickr.
3 comments:
I would love to have been with you on this trip. Cape Cod has always been on my "must see" list. The pictures are lovely and I too am intoxicated by the sea and seashore. Do you remember those summer houses on the cliffs at Dinard? I always liked walking along the beach path in Ras Tanura. The early morning sky tones were an artist's delight. Those beautiful mansions are a fascinating part of America's leisure and social history. Wouldn't our lovely Jonathan had a great time going over those bridges!
Another comment from Mum. As well as the visual aspect of the sea, I also love the sound of it whether is is the gentle lapping of the water as it creeps up the sand, or the crashing of the waves on the pebbles at Brighton - all music in my ears. And then there are the screaming gulls! That view from Palace Pier along the coast including the magnificent, white Georgian buildings on the cliffs and in the distancce the grey, redroofed builings of Roedeen School, I could look at and reminisce for ever.
I could hear the sound of the sea and the seagulls as I was reading Mum's comment. It is so nice to be beside the sea.
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