Cape Cod

Something that happens when you're travelling to a billion places in one month, is losing track of what day it is, especially when you simply strategically book hostels through dates.

The reason I mention this now is that our next stop is Cape Cod. An extrememly popular destination, particularly in summer. Particularly in August. Particularly at the weekend. And particularly from New York, where the city is stifling.

Oh.

Trying to escape the mass exodus from the city, we take a very early train to Boston, then hire a car to get to the Cape Cod peninsular. Easy. Except when you hit a ten-mile traffic jam on the only road across the only bridge to where you're going. Dayum.

Still, Falmouth, where we're staying, is very beautiful. Very much like Cornwall round here, with pretty beaches, sleepy streets and quaint little shops selling taffy and seafood.

All the architecture is so very pretty. Wooden shingles and porches in pastel colours. You know, New England.

So, lovely seafood dinner, including oysters and swordfish, and a stroll in the balmy evening air. And of course a dip in the sea.

Next day we made a trip to Wood's Hole, which is very picturesque. Listened to some live jazz, drank some cocktails. Went to the beach for a bit.

In the late afternoon sun we hired bicycles to explore some of the seaside bike paths, stopping off halfway for lobster rolls and Washington wine (who knew, right? Really tasty too)

Finished off our couple of days rest with homemade ice cream from Falmouth's Main St.

Never spent a more idyllic couple of days!

Worth a mention is our motel. A proper throwback to the 50s, with original fixtures and fittings! So great.

Cape Cod is pretty touristy, however. It's very much worth a visit, but does feel a lot like the West of England, albeit with better weather.