Portsmouth is a nice town – attractive and stylish (including the women). I have a delicious mocha and a guy comes up with a Rhodesian Ridgeback. At 8 months old, many of his features already mirrored Dinger’s. Maybe Dinger was a Ridgeback!

I get doused, and lost at the same time in a maze of residential roads with names like Candy Lane, caramel Rd, Lollipop Way. I find my way, very wet, and occupty myself with Shakespearean fantasies. As if in honor of the bard, the sun comes out as I reach Derry.

I try to get online to no avail. Locals only here.

Roads are busy into Massachusetts. Tired of the traffic by Danstable, a couple of guys tell me where to find a field to camp in. I reach it after sundown.