Old Cape Cod

In September, we were the guests of Bonnie and Peter Rollins at his family's beach house, a large, comfortable, purposefully unmodernized home on its own peninsula in Orleans.

The chairs in the yard face Frostfish Cove, which connects to the Namequoit River, which leads to Little Pleasant Bay, which opens up to Pleasant Bay. Peter and I took the Boston Whaler all the way down to Chatham Light and back, passing the Wequassett Resort, the Chatham Fish Pier, and the Chatham Bars Inn along the way.

The porch has water views on three sides and is a great place to have breakfast on a late summer morning.

The living room is livable, not fancy, with the original dark knotty pine walls and beamed ceiling. The new television set is really the only accommodation to modernity that is apparent. The house is full of books, inviting the visitor to pour a drink, find a seat, and relax.

Greenwich, Connecticut

In August we spent a week in Greenwich to help with Joan's recovery from chemotherapy. We had time to stop by several of Kathy's favorite places, and even went for pizza at the legendary Bruce Park Grill.

The beach at Tod's Point, Old Greenwich

Cos Cob harbor scene, reminiscent of the Cos Cob Art Colony

 

 Richard's wicked cool store in Old Greenwich

Greenwich Harbor from the bow of the Island Beach ferry

Indian River Yacht Club

The ferry approaches Island Beach, just before a deluge;
we enjoyed lunch from the cantina under a tin roof.