Exploring & Escapades

bits & pieces of my travels

Category: Rhode Island

Newport Cliff Walk

 

This beautiful place. Castles and cliffs. Waves crashing against the rocks. Sand, surfers, fishermen. At times, I felt like I was back in Europe, but really I was only an hour south of my American home. 

Everyone I know locally has been to the cliffs, usually for a family day-out, but I had never been before this. I knew it would be a nice, of course, but I never expected to love it as much as I did. We were only able to walk a small portion of the path before sunset this time (after apple-picking in nearby Middletown); now, I can’t wait to come back again and explore even more. I’m glad it’s so close.

P.S. For anyone wondering, I parked at a metered spot on Narragansett Avenue. In the future, I think I’d drive a few blocks down and look for street parking in the neighborhoods – as we walked along the water, we intersected different side-streets, and it seemed like there were a lot of people coming from them! But as the website notes, Narragansett Avenue is a good spot if you don’t have a lot of time.

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Sweet Berry Farm

Our annual apple picking excursion to Sweet Berry Farm. A clash of seasons. Summer flowers and berries, autumn apples, winter Christmas trees. And it was *hot*. 

Maybe a little too early for apple picking, but I was glad to be back with my family while I could, while I was home. 

Apples

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Back at Sweet Berry Farm, this time for… apples! Fun fact: I discovered the farm a few years ago when searching for a place to pick apples south of Boston. And now, I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve been.

I was so excited to make the trip here while I was home. It was an absolute priority. Since I had a wedding to go to that weekend, we went on a Monday after my brother finished school for the day. Definitely not a traditional time to go apple-picking, but it was great – we basically had the entire orchard to ourselves, and it was *such* a beautiful, warm fall day. There was even a magazine crew on site staging the chicest wedding shoot!

If I lived here year-round, I’d be back in December for a Christmas tree. Since I don’t, it’ll be next summer for berries. Until then, Sweet Berry Farm.

Sweet Berry Farm

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I love this farm. I’ve posted about it so many times, I know, so I won’t bore with details. My brother and I spent the afternoon here, at Sweet Berry Farm, picking blueberries and frolicking in the field of sunflowers. It was *wonderful.* 

It’s a tradition we have, to come here. Every time I’m home, we drive the hour south the pick whatever is in season. At first, it was something to do with my “baby” brother. Now years later, he does it more to humor me than anything – a trip to the farm isn’t exactly on the top of the average fourteen year-old boy’s to-do-list – but it makes it all the more special. This thing, in this magical place, that we do, always, together. 

Sweet Berry Farm, Again

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I know I post pictures from this little farm in Rhode Island all the time; it’s because it really, truly is one of my favorite places in all of the world. That’s why I wanted to come here with my brother and sister for my last day in America before moving to England. It was such a weird day – cloudy, hazy, even rainy on the drive down – but we didn’t let that stop us from picking bunches of apples, feasting on banana bread, and frolicking in the sunflowers. This is one of the things that I’m definitely going to miss the most. 

Newport Polo

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THIS is my new favorite thing. Why did it take so long for us to discover Newport Polo? Outside, in the sun, friends, food. If I wasn’t moving across the Atlantic, I’d be here every day. 

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