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Dear friends,

Having left Maine and proceeded at ‘full impulse power’ (see Blog #2 if you are in the dark) we duly arrived in New Hampshire to what can only be described as Fawlty Towers. 

Polly was obligingly opening the door for The Major, who was just departing complete with walking cane for this afternoon constitutional no doubt, and the two old sisters were busy gossiping and taking tea in the rear lobby.

Our bedroom consists of, as the internet would have it, ‘elegant furnishings’ which realistically turn out to be straight from an episode of Miss. Marple. The bathroom encompasses everything us particular females should be horribly concerned about. A loo whose cistern slopes at an alarming angle, a Victoriana half slipper-bath featuring a rather worrying brown stain and a sink with brass taps which have long since turned a festering Kermit Green. Underneath the Redifusion-type T.V. are bugs whose origin would be of interest to David Attenborough for sure.

Thank goodness we are only here for a couple of days. Having taken stock, I fear the only thing left is for us to drink more. Cheers!

Did I mention that the floorboards in every bedroom appear to be forming part and parcel of the constructional integrity of the entire building? Whenever anyone moves in the adjacent rooms, the surface area of our wine registers 7.5 on the Richter Scale. We worry that if anyone is feeling frisky that the intensity of movement from any horizontal jogging may well compromise the architecture and raise the entire building to the ground...

...Oh what the heck.  Night-night.

(On to Vermont tomorrow)

Love

Kim & Mike x

P.S. Just had one of the best meals ever in their restaurant; who'd have thought it? Maybe Manuel can cook after all; or did I just eat hamster?  :-)