After surviving the horrific traffic from
Boston Logan Airport to Cape Cod, we based ourselves in the picturesque village
of Falmouth, just a few kilometres from the shores of Buzzards Bay.
This turned out to be a great basecamp for extended
touring around the villages of Sandwich, Barnstable, Hyannis and Chatham.
As you’ll see by the map, Cape Cod sits in
between Cape Cod Bay and Nantucket sound, and as we had visited Nantucket
previously, this time we chose to ditch the F-type for a trip across Nantucket
Sound to Martha’s Vineyard on the good ship ‘Island Queen’ from Falmouth
harbor.
There are two departure points for trips to
the ‘Vineyard’. Falmouth, which is serviced by the Island Queen.
However, Woods Hole is by far the most popular location, because the ship is a car ferry.
Martha’s Vineyard has a great history, and
of course is home to the Kennedy Compound. The guided tours cover the island in a
short time, and I’m sure the locals are happy when the tourists depart, back to
Falmouth.
Back on the Cape we thoroughly explored the
area around Falmouth, along roads overshadowed by beautiful trees just waiting
for the first frost, and the inevitable changing leaf colors of Fall.
Along the beachfront, seabirds were looking out for 'tea'.
The driving position in the F-type coupe is infinately adjustable, and the placement of the controls, switches, etc is totally intuitive and very logically laid out.
The roads gently curve and undulate, and along
the shoreline we passed Nobska Light, built in 1828, and whose light is visible
almost 20 miles out to sea.
The Jaguar F-type coupe was a true delight
on these classic driving roads, the stiffness of the aluminium body results in
perfect handling precision, and the grunt from the supercharged V6 is ample for
a quick squirt around the twisty bits.
The area is regularly patrolled by local
constabulary, but when we drove past them, all we got was a friendly wave, and
keen interest in the coupe.
A couple of mornings I and my host, Brian,
slipped into Woods Hole around 6am for a strong brew at Coffee Obsession, and despite the post-dawn hour, the Jaguar was a
focus of attention from the early risers.
There’s a surprising variation in the
relative wealth of Cape Cod residents and their houses. There are two-room
shoreline vacation homes, and truly eye-dropping mansions,
with a variety of supercars parked in the driveways.
However most are simple Cape Cod homes featuring shingles or clapboards.
Brian, and his like-minded mates on the
Cape meet together as members of the Cape Cod British Car Club, to congregate,
cruise and enjoy the excellent driving roads in their British-built sports
cars.
Brian’s own Triumph Spitfire is so well known around Falmouth he’s guaranteed waves of recognition.
Behind the wheel of the F-type coupe Brian
couldn’t get the smile off his face, but as he pointed out the Jaguar costs the
price of a humble holiday shack on Cape Cod, and was over four times what he
might pay for British sports car motoring.
Still, he enjoyed dreaming about having the
coupe in his driveway.
With the narrow land mass between Cape Cod
Bay and Nantucket Sound, you’re never far from beautiful yachts and pleasure
craft of all descriptions.
However Brian was quick to remind us that
the perfect boating conditions during our mid September visit would change soon,
and the wild weather during winter, is quite a contrast in the behavior of the
sea.
Needless to say, snowfall is pretty regular
from Thanksgiving onwards, although its location by the sea (warmer waters)
ensures there’s rarely a snowfall of blizzard proportions. They’ve happened,
but rarely.
I must admit that to me as an Americophile,
the name Cape Cod has always had a mystic and romantic connotation. This scene on a quiet bay near Woods Hole does it for me.
Driving around the island (even with the traffic) is very enjoyable. The scenery is drop-dead gorgeous and I reckon a summer vacation spent on one of the many beaches would be just the ticket for recharging your batteries.
Driving around the island (even with the traffic) is very enjoyable. The scenery is drop-dead gorgeous and I reckon a summer vacation spent on one of the many beaches would be just the ticket for recharging your batteries.
However, our host Brian had one more trick
up his sleeve.
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