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The weather was reflected in the name of this store. It
rained pretty much all the time we were in Newport, but then, we shouldn't
be too surprised, we are here for history, not beaches. |
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We moved on to Sandwich, which I associate
with either Kent, England or lunch depending on when you ask me. |
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If you need a bathroom in Cape Cod, make
sure it's not winter. |
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This is the other end of the water cycle. |
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This is the old grist mill in Sandwich, which seemed to
be a very English sort of place. |
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The notice tells you about the history of said grist
mill. |
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Now this is sheer Stratford on Avon. |
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and this is a cunning mixture of Olde
England and New England. |
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Once inside, we enjoy a lovely cream tea.
Its a very long time since I had one of those anywhere. |
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It seems that the proprietor is doing all right out of
our cream teas. |
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We eventually find the Atlantic coast. Its
grey and quite windy: just as the forecast said it would be. |
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I used to work for the B.B.C. but it wasn't
here... |
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Loads of fresh, fresh air here. |
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Heads into the wind, girls. |
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We meet up with some other holiday makers.
Now that's a big flag to be on the back of a truck. |
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Bleak yet atmospheric. |
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The house here will eventually have to be
demolished as it is now part of a National Park. |
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