On
Tuesday I took the day off and headed to the mainland to explore
Portsmouth for the day. I met up with Kayla at the dock and we set
off for downtown Portsmouth, making a brief stop at Starbucks to grab
coffee and try out their new “green coffee” samples. I wasn't a
big fan, however; I like my coffee dark and brown.
It
was a cool, sunny morning and Portsmouth was just beginning to stir,
the shops flinging open their doors and touching up their window
displays. Less than two minutes into our ramble, we stumbled upon a
quirky sign announcing a “Gurgle Pot (Produces a delightful "gurgle:" sound!)”.
We
went in to check it out, but unfortunately, it only gurgles if you
pour water out of it and somehow we didn't think that the shopkeeper
would approve of us pouring liquids into her pots. The display was
accompanied by a short note on the “story” of the Gurgle Pot.
Apparently, the artist had come across such a pot on a visit to
France for a wedding. He didn't speak a word of French, and his hosts
didn't speak a word of English – they took mutual comfort in the
gurgling of the coffee pot at awkwardly silent dinners.
The
Gurgle Pot, in a way, sums up my experience of Portsmouth: a small,
quirky, eclectic town with a rich history and, for some odd reason, a
plethora of hair salons.
For
example, we found a shop, appropriately named The Salt Cellar,
devoted entirely to salt: salt carvings, salt slabs and, best of all,
flavoured salts – salts infused with everything from coffee to
chillies. I quite enjoyed the lemon salt and Kayla was enthralled by
the spicy ghost pepper salt.
The Salt Cellar |
"Fleur de Sel" flavoured salt |
For
lunch we decided to try out a tiny breakfast & lunch place called
Colby's that we happened to happen upon just as our stomaches got to
the rumbling stage. Hands down, the best poached eggs I've ever had.
Kayla and her egg scramble at Colby's |
And,
of course, a meal in Portsmouth is never complete without Annabelle's
ice cream. Unfortunately, the heat of the day made my Kahlua
Chocolate Chip a tad difficult to eat, resulting in a lot of ice
cream drippage on someone's parking lot. It was still delicious,
however, perhaps more so for the weird stares I attracted as I tried
to lick all sides of my cone at once.
After
food, we paid a visit to the Discover Portsmouth center to check out
an exhibit on the archaeological discoveries made on the Isles of
Shoals, mainly Smuttynose and Star Islands, by Nate Hamilton and his
class. It was a great exhibit, with actual fragments of clay pipes,
pottery, bones and arrowheads found on the isles displayed alongside
complete examples of each from other collections, thus helping one
visualize what the fragments might once have looked like.
How fish was dried on the Isles of Shoals, back in the day |
Highlights
included a “Touch Table” (for Kayla) and an axe, the murder
weapon of the famous Smuttynose murders (for me).
Kayla at the Touch Table |
The axe! (and me) |
We
also checked out the Strawbery Banke museum, or rather just the
museum store since the ticket prices were a tad too high, and a
rather good bookstore called RiverRun Bookstore. That's just about
all that a town needs to win my approval, a good bookstore.
Back
on Appledore, we discovered that things had been pretty busy while we
were away. An injured seal pup that Michelle had noticed a few days
back while checking nests had been rescued and taken to a rehab center, some snail mail that I had been waiting for for a while had
finally arrived, and, best of all, the Spotted Sandpiper eggs from
Yellow Flower Nest were hatching!
Thus,
yesterday, I spent another blissful hour hiding out in the bushes
opposite the nest and getting some sweet shots of the little, but
already quite skittish, sandpipers as well as the parent. As Brendan
aptly put it when I emailed him the baby sandpipers photo, “The
island is just pumping out cuter and cuter creatures as the summer
goes on!”
Day-old Spotted Sandpiper chicks! |
Spotted Sandpiper, une |
Spotted Sandpiper, deux |
Random Red-winged Blackbird |
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