The journey begins

We live on the east coast of England, home of the Mayflower Pilgrims. Nearly 400 years after they set sail, Jane and I made a road trip to explore east coast USA and see how things were going…… Friday, September 29th, 2017: Manchester England to Boston Massachusetts. We leave Old England and chase the sunset

Harvard and surviving Trump.

Day 3: Monday Oct 2nd Well, the three bears never materialised and we’ve actually seen two other people in our building although they seem less engaging than most of the people we meet. Maybe because they, unlike us, are not on holiday; they are living ‘normal’ lives; making breakfast, going out to work, coming home,

Hire car. The Freedom Road. Cape Cod, Hyannis and whales.

Day 4: Tuesday Oct 3rd 2017 Sooo excited. For today we pick up the hire car. The Road. Expectation. Our own Freedom Trail. Just as exciting as when I drove my Dad’s car on my own for the first time. The excitement of just sitting in the driving seat: alone, the engine quiet, scanning the

Goodbyes. Hellos. JFKs. The laundromat.

Day 6: Thursday, October 5th 2017 Mia and Jasper leave for school and we say our goodbyes, promise to keep in touch (we do) and then head off to Hyannis Port. Can’t remember if Jack Kerouac ever mentioned visiting the laundromat but such is life on our particular road that needs must. Jane bravely enters

Grass, Dylan 63 revisited and New York City.

Day 7: Friday, October 6th 2017 The sun shone for us once again as we headed off to the Tennis Hall of Fame; the home of the first US Open and an historic building with a kind of charm not unlike Wimbledon but on a smaller scale. John said the main entrance might look intimidating

Dakota, friends in the park, books and Broadway.

Day 9: Sunday, October 8th 2017. Pouring with rain but hey, we need to see Manhattan! The temperature is in the 20s though and as we stroll through Central Park it’s like being back in hot, sweaty Malaysia. Some famous places seem almost too familiar. I remember visiting Venice and feeling that I was in

MoMa. Ground Zero. Prohibition nerves.

Day 10: Monday, October 9th 2017. We stroll through the park and make our way to the Museum of Modern Art where Lari, who seems to be a man of the world and of nowhere in particular, gives us tips on getting around. It’s Columbus Day and it’s raining so MoMa is busy today, very

NYPD Blues, New Jersey Turnpike and Virginia bound.

Day 11: Tuesday, October 10th 2017. Last day in New York and the sun is up so I went out to the park early to take more photos. It’s Central Park as I imagined it; joggers of all shapes, sizes and abilities running around the 1.5 mile perimeter of the reservoir that fills the heart

‘Country roads, take me home’, to Tinker Creek.

Day 12 (part two): Wednesday, October 11th 2017. More books to buy at the Midtown Scholar Bookstore then say goodbye to Stephen, Lola and Boo and set the satnav for Roanoke, Virginia. Touched Maryland on our way through Virginia, stopping off for a loo break and coffee at one of the welcome centres that are