Using Jeff as my trip advisor, he told me to steer clear of Portland as there were some mighty strange types there. So we set off in search of the other Portland, Portland Maine.
Maine seems to be famous for seafood and lobsters but as they also celebrate a week’s festival of vegetarian and vegan food we felt quite at home.
Portland has a very nice take on the huge cruise liners that come in. When we got there the harbour front was absolutely deserted and then we remembered it was half seven in the morning. There is a tiny tourist kiosk right on the pier manned by three ladies in smart uniforms handing out maps and sending people in different directions. We started out on our fourteen mile walk – yes it is possible to walk fourteen miles round the historic part of Portland. Two miles of this was me browsing in the bookshop.
This was our first view of Portland from the sea. I don’t think foggy quite covers it although the fog completely covers it. Fog on land is quite scary. Indeed I based a whole novel on it and so did James Herbert but that was a slightly different type of fog. Fog at sea is very eerie, it seems to negate all your senses apart from sound and all we could hear was the trickle of water underneath the boat and the clonk, clonk, clonk of the bells on top of the marker buoys … which I think is exactly how Jaws started. I defy anybody to be in a blind fog and not be scared of that noise.
The fog is clearing now…
And at last things begin to take shape
This was our first view of land proper I think there might be a big spooky house here
I think this might be the art gallery
These are some typical Portland houses. This was very early in the morning. There was an old man sitting on his step enjoying the sun, a slightly younger, old man went past on his bike and actually said the words “how’re you doing old timer?” We had indeed walked into Cabot Cove.
These houses seem to be known locally as the Russian houses. They sit in their own little enclave and are of very beautiful and individual design.
A typical house, looking onto the graveyard...
Another lovely house, this is going in a novel!
As it was so early we walked right up to the green bit of the map at the top of the historic town where a local pointed out the massive oil refinery across the water and how many gallons it pumps either to or from Canada. We decided to stay on the historic side of the river.
The top of historic Portland
A very civilised society keeps children on a 7' leash
The historic mansion
A fabulous bookshop, really great. I was in here until I was dragged away....
Was this real??? Nope!
Was he making sure we were leaving????
We were shocked by the sight of this, being from a non firearms nation.
But Portland was swell, the people were lovely. Great coffee, great bookshop and nice cake. What more could you ask for....
Caro Ramsay 04 12 2015