Long long ago, in a land far far away, when we lived in Boston I'd
hop on my rice rocket (Honda VFR 800 motorbike - mid life crisis thing) and take a tide to the seaside town of Scituate just south and east of Boston.

The "guitar man" in the harbour grill played away while I had my Coke and burger. One of his best covers was Sting's Fields of Gold.

When we arrived just outside Scituate harbour Fields comes on the radio. How spooky is that!

Anyway, we had a good run up from the previous seaside town of Onset on the south shores of Massachusetts. Another 360* sheltered bay just off the western end of the Cape Cod Canal.

The 3-5 knot current through the canal fired us out into the bay and we had a cracking 20 mile reach in flat water all the way up to Scituate. It was misty most of the way but the cool air finally gave way to warm gusts, like a hair dryer, as we closed the shore.

My old Avery colleague Jeff lives in Scituate and was on hand to take us to gate crash his daughter's 16th birthday party. Steak tips, BBQ chicken, corn and ice cream gateau. Nice way to renew an old friendship and end the day.

Its been interesting over the last month to see familiar boats.

Cruisers who we last saw in the Caribbean are appearing in bays and marinas as they finish their "Snowbird" annual migration from east coast USA to the winter sunshine of the islands.

It reminded me of our own migration from Oban to Largs. Much the same but smaller distance and even smaller temperature difference.

Sad thing is that no sooner have we got here than the clock is ticking and, within the next 8 weeks we have to start heading back south.

You've no idea of the pressure we're under😎. Relentless. Just like the sunshine!