A little ways past the town of Hartford ‘though wheat fields and the clothes lines and the junkyards and the highways come between us’, and I’m reminded of a song. I can't quite remember the name of the song - am wracking my brain, but this business of thinking-and-driving is not quite gentle on my mind. Perhaps I should try driving while indoctrinated.
There are also hundreds of lakes here, the centrepiece being America’s largest lake Winnipesaukee. New Hampshire really does offer something for everyone.
She looks Chonglian, not a Georgian from North Vermont.