Strong wind this morning but bright sunshine and clear air. We blew over to the town dock and pulled our Royaks up on a float.
Checked out the local grocery store, but it didn't have much to offer, so we walked the three miles in to Portsmouth. It was a lovely walk. We passed many old, old houses with large yards and tall green trees. It was New England at its best.
We stopped at a little marine electronics store, run by an old man. We wanted to replace the switch cover for the radar. He didn't have one, but said he could probably order it. Roy also asked him about a part he needs for the Sumlog. The old man phoned around and located it in Florida. He'll have it shipped here overnight. We'll phone him Wednesday morning to see if it arrived and to arrange to get it. The man said he could bring it to us at noon.
By the time we reached Portsmouth, we were famished, so we found a restaurant called "The Stock Pot" and ate delicious turkey sandwiches, made with real turkey, not turkey lunchmeat. Roy had pecan pie for desert, and I had the best gingerbread I've had in years.
Took a bus to a shopping center where there was a large, very nice super market with excellent produce. Bought about three times as much as we had intended. Somehow, Roy managed to combine it all into four bags. I put one in my backpack, and we carried the rest. The bus back to Portsmouth was late, and when it finally arrived, we didn't even recognize it as a bus. It was painted black and looked like a truck. But other people got on it, so we did too.
We had more groceries than we cared to carry, so we took a cab from Portsmouth to Kittery Point. The wind had died quite a bit, so we had no problem returning to the Jofian.
We had invited the Gibsons to go sailing with us tomorrow, so while I put the groceries away, Roy paddled over there to make the final arrangements. They'll take the launch out to the boat and get here about ten o'clock. We're going to go out to the Isles of Shoals.
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