Something excellent happened between Boston and Gloucester. We changed from the big city to the working countryside. Gloucester is a magical place! Straightforward-get-down-to-it-no-messing-around-fishing. And lobstering, lobstering, lobstering.
So after being invited for a drink on the back of another cruising boat (a huge yacht, but at this stage with no masts), we went into town and had an outstanding bowl of clam chowder. Even Greg, an expert in these things, reckoned it was top notch. Before long we were chatting with the locals, met a bunch of cool people, and a most pleasant time it was too.
Today we're heading further north. We have a 5-10 knt southerly which is favourable, but a little on the light side, so it should be a gentle cruising day. I may finally get further than page one of Amsterdam, by Ian McEwen, which I have stolen from Greg despite that he is on page 24. I figure that by the time he notices, I can be on page 25, and I will then exert some form of squatter's rights over it.
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