Gotcha

Damn and blast. I have just tested positive for Covid. I thought it was a bit of left over jet lag but it seemed too debilitating for  that and as we had a group outing tonight I thought it best to check.

So either got it in Fenway Park, on the BA flight to Heathrow or on the shuttle to Manchester which was populated by a large number of potential unvaccinated people.

Our first Liverpool golf Salver day went off well on Monday so hopefully I have been careful regarding cross infection. I have cancelled other commitments until next week.

Maybe this will dose me up with anti-bodies ready for the Winter

Foot race

It's a small world is an expression which is used disproportionately by Earthlings, but it does seem to raise its head every now and again with great relevance.

Take our trip to Boston and Falmouth in Cape Cod. The football festival in honour of SWMBO's brother  was a great success and the organisation was augmented by a PA announcer through out. Marc Davis is a teacher and cross country running coach but in the day he was a 3000m steeplechaser. He ran the PA system for us, and then this weekend he is going to be the finishing line commentator for the Falmouth 7.1k fun run. This will be the 50th year of the race and it is a linear route from the lighthouse to the Shipwrecked pub. The strange distance is due to the fact that it started as a pub run with about 6 bars being embraced on the route. I don't think many competitors stop on the way round these days.

Marc reached the final of the steeplechase at the 1996 Olympics in Atlanta. He broke his foot in the semi- final so ended 12th in the final. SWMBO and I were in the Olympic stadium little knowing we would meet Marc 25 years later. Interestingly he shared an agent with Michael Johnson who we also saw win the 400m final in his golden boots.

Bums on seats

 So the Boston adventure comes to an end. It finished yesterday with an 8 sided football tournament having started on Thursday with 18 holes at Oakley Country Club. The first course laid out by Donald Ross.

Sandwiched in between was a visit to Fenway Park to see the Red Socks defeat the Yankees 3-2 in overtime. If ever baseball gets exciting then that must be how it looks.

We were royally looked after by the owner and staff of the Phoenix Landing and at the after party last night we were 'treated' to a bicycle ride past of about 100 naked or near naked participants, All very surreal and hugely amusing.

To wind it all up, I lost the golf and the Scousers lost 3-2 in the footie final to aforesaid pub side.

Back Blighty now with BA.

Electric Ladyland

 Goodness me what a night as a mega storm hit Cape Cod. We were out for dinner and managed two beers before moving on for a Thai. We never made it as thunder and lightening hit the village together willtorrential rain. Then boom the whole power supply shut down so we started back home canopy to canopy. About half way back we noticed a Chinese all lit up so managed some crispy duck and sizzling beef from one of the only outlets spared the blackout. We just got back to the motel before another deluge!!!

So this morning we needed a proper breakfast and decided that The Shipwreck was walking distance. Bother it was closed so no alternative but to try Betsy's and so glad we did.

A rave from the grave with 60's music  juke boxes on each table and retro decour

. The food was the best of the lot, so I brought one of their mugs!

All the talk of electricity reminds me that we took delivery of an electric car before we left blighty. A Corsa-e for SWMBO to swan round in. You dont see many electric charging points over here but with petrol at $4 a gallon there is no huge demand for them, other than a few Tesla.

Off to Boston tomorrow for the rest of the tour. Golf at Oakley Country Club tomorrow then a Patriots pre-season friendly and Fenway Park on Friday for some Red Socks action.

The Little League playoffs have been on in the bars we have visited. Some of the kids look about 12 and the pitchers have been in tears. Where is the fun in growing up going??

Diners dollars and dimes

 As my invincibility at knock-out golf disintegrates, it is time to take a break and travel again. This time we are attending the 10th anniversary football festival in Boston in memory of SWMBO brother Marin, who died there so young.

Firstly though we are having some beach time in Falmouth,Cape Cod. From the shore we  can watch the ferries to Martha's Vineyard and the whale watch vessels plying their trade. All very relaxing.

There are  similarities with our cruise to Croatia in so much as each town has a Main Street a ferry terminal and a harbour inlet. Main difference is that real estate prices start at about $2m. Yesterday we went to Hyannis where JFK had his Summer House. and we will drop into Sandwich on our way up to Boston on Thursday.

The motor Inn we are staying at has limited facilities although the pool is very handy, so we are eating out for breakfast and dinner. The diner options are interesting. The nearest,the Black Dog, is a semi-take-away with good coffee and muffins. Yesterday we tried a Portuguese cafe but that was poor, so Shipwrecked, on the beach is winning so far with just Betsy's to try tomorrow.

Evening meals have been good with the obligatory burger and Guinness in the local Irish bar followed by two Italian meals. The first was great but the second didn't suit me as their starter filled me up too much and the rissotto was too stoggy and a bit like porridge.

Micro breweries seem to be everywhere with cloudy IPA dominating, but the search for an amber beer continues.It will probably be Samuel Adams.