New England weather is certainly changeable. Yesterday we had 27 degree temperatures and bright sunshine, today as we make our way through Connecticut it’s much cooler and raining.
Last night we stayed at the wonderful House on the Hill with our friendly host Donna plus Charlie and Julie (both teeny dogs, daschound and a chi wa wa- goodness knows how you spell them but really cute little dogs basically)
Have to say that Donna was one of the best hosts we’ve had, very interesting lady, beautiful property and THE most comfortable bed so far. We did consider trying to smuggle the superking size into the back of Bertha but thought Virgin might not be too willing to accept it as checked in luggage!
Today we visited Historic Deerfield, a historians wet dream of a place. A mile long street of very old houses in a quaint setting with loads of tours museums and doddery old tour guides willing to ramble on and on about the history of the place.
We met a sprightly octoganarian tour guide who came to the US from London as a war bride to marry her American soldier boyfriend. She has never been back to the UK but has a passion for McVities biscuits and the Royal Family, stopping fellow Brits and not letting them leave until she has talked them to death.
It’s an interesting place to visit. Mr & Mrs Turfman in that there Ireland take note, they have an Inn you can stay at and we suggest you would want at least a day and a half there to see everything, it must have been really historic because Mr Fogg fell asleep in 5 minutes. He even wore his “I’m not listening” t-shirt to the amusement of one of the tour guides.
So, next stop Jamestown (via an apple store for Mr Fogg).
And boy is it raining……….
[Posted from Mrs Foggs super cool iphone]
On the road again from The Amityville house at Waterbury to Greenfield MA, stopped at a little cafe in Rochester Vermont, very picturesque and beautiful indeed.
Mrs Fogg and I went to a tiny cinema in Stowe Vermont to watch Robin Hood. Waitress service beer and wine on tap we settled to watch the 2 hours and goodness knows how many minutes.
Not Much you can add to this one is there?
It has the look of the house from Amityville when you drive up the winding path and see this building sat there, inside has exposed copper pipes, creeking floorboards and a boiler system that sounds like something from the Evil Dead when it springs to life.
Mr Foggs face summed up our accomodation tonight (to which I had carefully committed us for 2 nights). The Grunberg Haus did feature on Trip Advisor but had some really mixed reviews so I booked it.
Yup heading out of Montreal today back to the US of A.
So some time ago Mrs Caddie bought Mr Fogg a book all about toilets of the world. There are loads of funky places featured, one of which was the Whisky Cafe in Montreal. Far be it from us to let an opportunity pass so we hiked the several miles out of the centre of Montreal to find this gem.
After a gentle drive up from Sherbrooke through Magog and then Lac Brome, which was very picturesque (oh and lunch at a greek taverna of “Home made Fish and Chips”, yeh only if home was a Birds Eye production line), we arrived at Downtown Montreal which is a sprawling Metropolis.
Bonjour all from Canadian Quebec. It’s our second day in the north and we have arrived in super cool Montreal. I made Mr Fogg amble around the old town this afternoon. It signals the half way point of the trip.