As Theresa May discovered there were politicians in Northern Ireland we enjoyed our last Hilton hotel breakfast of the trip. A magnificent cooked to order omelette followed classic American waffles. We then loaded our bags into the car and headed for Gloucester.
The plan was to hop on a boat and see whales. The reality was a little different. The morning boats had all departed earlier and the afternoon boats had all been cancelled due to an iffy weather forecast. With the sun still shining as I write I’m a tad miffed.
We found a visitor centre and were enthusiastically told about the historic town’s wharfs, docks and a walk around the place. So we set out eagerly. Yes there was sea and boats. But also light industry, like a paint factory. It became clear quite quickly that despite the positive write-ups online Gloucester just didn’t have what we wanted.
Yes, there were a number of attractive looking eateries. But the experience was a bit like trying to convince yourself that Fleetwood is an exceptional destination of great natural and architectural beauty. We returned to the car, handed our all day $5 parking ticket to a grateful local and headed to Rockport.
This was different. And great. A bit like a Cornish harbour surrounded by wooden construction houses that were all shops and restaurants selling high quality tourist wares. We ate a stuffed clam each while watching others down giant red lobster! We also found an appealing shop called the fudgery. The 1/2lb purchase won’t last us long.
Rockport might not have been big. There weren’t any fairground rides to see. But it had a bright, airy and happy feel about it. We spent a fair old time there chilling. Admiring the houses. Enjoying the sea air. Dad and lad doing nothing together.
It’s a great feeling. Porpoise Cover later.