This year we were very happy to be back in Anodyne House, on Shipyard Road, with its gorgeous garden, pleasant rooms, and easy walking distance to cousins.
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Anodyne House is a charming Victorian, elegantly furnished, with a fine kitchen and a splendid library, and of course, the ever necessary wifi.
The Anodyne House hens gave us eggs, the South Bristol fisherman provided lobsters, and the vinters and brewers produced the nectar without which life is a Hollow Mockery. There were also cheeses, potato chips, pies, and other charming food items. In short, there was nothing lacking to make Anodyne House a paradise on earth. |
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This was a very easy and relaxing vacation. We sat on the porch and looked at the view, read our books, played with the interwebs, and enjoyed each other's company. We visited with family. We went to Pemaquid and climbed to the top of the lighthouse, and then had a fine lunch at the diner there. We ate lobsters, drank wine and beer, and had a fine time. We are very tempted to stay for 2 weeks next year.
Pray note ARTISTIC nature of pics below. Which is to say, some people (e.g. Lawrence) might call them blurry but others (e.g. Hope) consider them artistic.
It turns out we didn't allow quite enough time for the drive back to Augusta. The mood was a little STRESSED, there was a feeling that a bathroom would be very handy, and--what do you know, Historic Hallowell, a charming little town through which our GPS led us, was enjoying its yearly Old Hallowell Festival! Traffic at a complete standstill--the crowds in a happy mood, a parade preparing, children with balloons, a joyous feeling of celebration in the air. Except, not for us. Lawrence, normally not a religious man, prayed fervently and with a certain amount of strong language--which eventually had its effect, and we won through to the car rental place.
We were not late for the plane, as it happened--these little planes are not so touchy as the bigger ones, and considerably more elastic about timing. However, just because Augusta is a tiny airport DOES NOT MEAN that security is lax. Not a bit of it! The alert inspectors unpacked our bag completely, in search of a strange and suspicous object hidden deep in my shoes, eventually finding: the garlic press!
Well, well, we made it home eventually, and both felt somewhat blue at the end of a very, very pleasant vacation.
2012 Maine pictures
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