We have cut through the north east corner of Vermont, and then into New Hampshire, which is situated just north of Massachusetts. The countryside here is exceptional. Little wonder the reputation of these states is of pastoral beauty, places of retreat and rejuvenation.
It is all rolling mountains, covered with forests of all varieties of deciduous trees. At this first week of September the trees appear to be gilded with orange and bronze The fall tint is just beginning and the effect is a bit like gold fairy dust. The area we in is predominantly forest and valley where little towns sit. So pretty.
We have stopped at a little town called Franconia, at a small museum housed in a small farmhouse on fifty acres which belonged to the poet Robert Frost. We saw his writing desk that sits as it was by his wood stove. One the road to this house, apparently, that he Stopped By The Woods On a Snowy Evening….nota bene, Esther.
We have the opportunity to be driving flanked on either side by a state park, which runs through the White Mountains of New Hampshire. The highways are outstanding.
We’ll be staying in a Vacation Rental By Owner place in a suburb of Boston called Jamaica Plain. Which is a house someone owns privately and runs as a vacation rental. This neighbourhood was apparently a tenement area of Boston, now a bit of a retro neighbourhood of families and hip people.
Later that day…
So it turns out the home is lovely, well decorated and well equipped. The neighbourhood is funky. With cool architecture from several different eras on all four sides. There are fun shops and restaurants, so it feel good to be here.
It is all rolling mountains, covered with forests of all varieties of deciduous trees. At this first week of September the trees appear to be gilded with orange and bronze The fall tint is just beginning and the effect is a bit like gold fairy dust. The area we in is predominantly forest and valley where little towns sit. So pretty.
We have stopped at a little town called Franconia, at a small museum housed in a small farmhouse on fifty acres which belonged to the poet Robert Frost. We saw his writing desk that sits as it was by his wood stove. One the road to this house, apparently, that he Stopped By The Woods On a Snowy Evening….nota bene, Esther.
We have the opportunity to be driving flanked on either side by a state park, which runs through the White Mountains of New Hampshire. The highways are outstanding.
We’ll be staying in a Vacation Rental By Owner place in a suburb of Boston called Jamaica Plain. Which is a house someone owns privately and runs as a vacation rental. This neighbourhood was apparently a tenement area of Boston, now a bit of a retro neighbourhood of families and hip people.
Later that day…
So it turns out the home is lovely, well decorated and well equipped. The neighbourhood is funky. With cool architecture from several different eras on all four sides. There are fun shops and restaurants, so it feel good to be here.
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