I can't help but love the names of towns and cities in New England. Portsmouth, Chester, Plymouth, Boston, Cambridge. All named after places left behind. All (with the possible exception of Cambridge and then only because of Harvard) nothing like those namesakes.
And then there is Providence.
God's merciful providence.
Or, as we know it, Providence where Shea'la of Tiny Showcase lives with her lovely cats Nook
and the majestic Moose.
Shea'la lived in Edinburgh for a little while and when she invited us to stay we jumped at the chance.
We headed to Jamestown to look at the lighthouses,
and to picnic on the rocks.
We peered into rock pools, and then headed to Newport to see the old money holiday homes (you say home I say mansion/chateau/palace) of the Vanderbilts and their old money friends.
After a restorative G&T in a terrifyingly neon tiki bar (I swear I'm not making this up) we made our way back to Providence for a drink at AS220, a local arts centre, followed by pulled pork sandwiches and beers at The Red Fez and another chance to play with those wonderful cats.
I still don't know much about Providence but I know that I'll stay there for an extra night or two next time.