This Sunday, instead of a selfie, I’m going to talk about the Sunday drive we took last week.
Do you love a Sunday drive? I do. It was something I despised as a kid. My parents would stuff my brother and I into the back seat and we’d inevitably end up quarreling. That generally resulted in my father pulling the car over and yelling at us. It usually went something like, “YOU! in THAT corner! YOU! in THE OTHER corner!” And then the drive would resume. Not so fun.
Now, though, Sunday drives are lovely. It gets Dale and I out of the house for a bit and we take back roads and look for new things and adventures. Last week we drove through Duxbury and wound up seeing not only the burial spot of Myles Standish but also the spot where his original homestead stood. The house is no longer there but it’s a pretty little spot with a stairway down to the beach.
The view (pictured above) is pretty sweet, I have to say.
We ended our Sunday drive by stopping at one of our favorite taverns and enjoying a cocktail and some appetizers. It’s a far cry from getting yelled at for fighting with my brother, that’s for sure!