It rained for three days and what wind there was seemed to be on the nose and then there was fog too, we could have been sailing off the coast of UK. We were very sorry to be leaving Maine behind but their summer was coming to an end and we were starting to feel the cold. We "overnighted" several times along the way and the nicest spot being the Isles of Shoals which gave us really good protection from the swell produced by Katia as she passed by way out to the east of us. Honestly who would have thought it, all these hurricanes (or remnants of them) effecting the eastern seaboard.

Then we were back in Massachusetts and the weather bucked up again. The sail from Gloucester to Cape Cod was as good as it gets. 15 knots on the beam, 100% blue sky, hot sun shine and we're sailing in the direction we want to go - perfect. Now we are anchored off Provincetown and the sun continues to shine.This morning we joined in with a minutes silence on the 10 anniversary of 9/11 and I found out later that My Mums Uncle David once lived here and died at the local hospital.

Provincetown is very colourful, a place where it seems that anything go's and it is not a place for those who have lead a sheltered life.! Robin couldn't quite cope with the boys holding hands. The high street was a very busy place and there were some great photo opportunities but alas arms full of groceries many were lost.

We met up with Graham and Phedra and kids on their Swan' Nakesa' who had got up to Nova Scotia before returning south so it was nice to catch up with a fellow ARC boat.

In the morning we are off to the Cape Cod canal.

Photos 

Safe and sound behind the breakwater on the Isles of Shoals.

Snap shots of life in Provincetown.