Nautical New England

The spring was slow to come this year. The usual escapes to the countryside were turning more into small town and villages wanders, so a coffee shop or a store or a pub was never too far for a quick stop and warm up. When I think of moodiness of historic lanes, stair paths, and steely skies and ocean, and a meandering walk, with a pure intentions of getting lost at least for a moment, Marblehead is a jewell. Late April Sunday afternoon was very quiet, a far cry from summer traffic, laud exuberance, colorful crowds…Plenty of time to contemplate each house’s historic marker, trying to imagine its inhabitants going back over 300 years. Then, there is always ocean somewhere close, humming in the background, a reminder of the finest New England nautical history.