20 July Haven heatwave!

It's a scorcher and it's the weekend.  The anchorage is bow to stern with boats of all sizes as their owners escape for some respite.   Hot, dry heat has drifted off the mainland, across  the sound and into the islands.  If there were grapes they would be shriveling.  David flops in the cockpit searching out the best shade and most breeze.  His partner in crime, Pollycat, is lying on her back legs akimbo exposing her belly in an effort to stay cool while I head into Edgartown for some leisurely browsing of the shops.

Edgartown

This may not be as mad as you think because every shop has their air conditioning set to full ice blast. No hurry today. I'm wearing linen, hat and sunglasses and saunter up one side of the street and back down the other.  The pavement is hot but the moment I have my hand on the handle I know there will be coolness within.  Bliss.  I peruse each rack of clothes, chat with the assistants and then open the door and step back out in to the oven.  I looked at every picture in every art gallery, spent a long time chatting with the owner of a photography gallery about which galleries and museums I should visit when we reach New York and Washington.
After the gallery there was one outdoor spot to check out – the small lighthouse on a sand spit guarding the right hand entrance to the inner harbour.  At night it flashes red. In the daytime visitors walk out on the path and trudge through the hot sand to climb it for a better view.  I walked the base, took some photos of the sun umbrellas and watched the small terns and oysters catchers in their protected section of the dunes.
And then it was back to town, one last art gallery by the Chappy ferry terminal, into the dinghy and back to the boat to flop.   It was certainly cooler out on the water than in the town streets.