Hearing the distant sounds of cannon at the Battle of Bunker Hill to the south, local militia mustered here on Nottingham Square in New Hampshire and began marching to combat. It’s only an hour-plus drive today.
NOTTINGHAM SQUARE
Tag: Photos
JUST DUCKY
Here are some quackers seen at a gathering of Quakers.
COASTAL SUMAC AND GULL
A stroll along the Atlantic offers more to see than just the ocean.
CONNECTING BARNS
Many New England farms traditionally had their barns connected to the farmhouse, no doubt because of the deep snow and vicious cold each winter. Sometimes the additions seem to run on and on.
CHAUNCY CREEK
This lovely tidal channel links Pepperell Cove to a town park called Seapoint and sets Fort Foster off on its own island.
GARDEN BED
The bed stand, salvaged from a roadside, holds forsythia back so the blueberry bushes may thrive. The netting in the foreground is actually on the blueberry bushes, to keep birds and squirrels from picking all the berries, rather than on the ground, where the bricks anchor the netting.
AVOIDING THE CROWDS IN SEASON
At the mouth of the Piscataqua River downstream from where I live, Fort Foster has long guarded the entrance to Portsmouth Harbor. It’s now a town park.
By purchasing a season pass each year, I’ve come to consider it my private patch on the ocean — one shared with some folks who’ve become sunny friends as we swim and then warm in the rays.
The rocky shoreline allows a fine introduction to tide pool life, while the pebble beaches have their own experience. There are also some sandy pocket beaches and a trail to meander while looking out over the cobalt Atlantic.
FROM THE SUMMIT
Lake Winnipesaukee wanders through the center of New Hampshire. Here’s a portion viewed from the top of Mount Major.
NOT MINE
New Hampshire has more than its share of vanity license plates, a practice that often provides amusement in the thick of traffic or parking lots. For a number of years, mine said QUAKER, which spurred some lively conversations — to say nothing of what happened when parked next to Bob McQuillen’s QUACKER plate. (His goes back to his days of teaching high school shop classes — the result of one day when a student I will not name accused him of sounding like a duck when he got angry.)
So we were driving through downtown the other day when we noticed this plate:
Only in the photo do I notice the second D rather than O — representing another variant on the root surname Hodgson. Still, it can be unsettling when you have a rather uncommon one to see another around.
BRICKS ON THE ROCKS
No idea who left them this way, either.
