The house where we stayed (not in the entire house, just some rooms converted into a suite)
I wanted to take this tree home.
Kent, Connecticut - a little boutique town with a boutique private school out on the edge of town. Lots of money around here, but not many apparent local jobs. Then we worked out it is about 90 mins from NYC, so maybe people have second homes here?
Beautiful mature trees that have just been left to grow all over the place. Extremely expensive dining (except for local pizza place), lots of coffee shops, and quite a few really well kept Victorian (?) houses, generally with artsy sorts of shops. People come for drives to hang out. On Sunday it was bustling. We have decided we need a big backyard to plant an oak tree in. I have decided I would love to buy a Victorian house and pour money into it and renovate...
Back in the real world -
We stayed in a little 'suite' in a yellow Victorian house, not one of the best kept, which was lovely, but by the end, the pokey antique furniture (not particularly good) and the stress of keeping the kids quiet every morning, not knowing how sound was travelling or where the other bedrooms were was sending me bonkers. The steep set of stairs accessing it, and about four sets of doors didn't help either.
Walked up Cobble Mt in Macedonia State National Park - bit of a scramble with the kids, and we took all morning to do about 2 miles, but beautiful view. Then we wandered around Kent, admiring houses and trees, and stopping for tea at one place and feeling completely like my parents...Because, there is something so completely restorative about a quiet cup of tea, even one where the kids are whingeing because they didn't get anything (with the ice cream still staining their mouths from the earlier ice cream).
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