Cuttyhunk is not a conurbation.
It does have a concentration.
A village nestles on the east slope of the hill overlooking the harbor.
As you enter the harbor, this village is what you see.
Here’s a view of the harbor, from land.
Once you have debarked, you pass along a neck of land to approach the village.
We shall take a tour through some parts of Cuttyhunk town.
I love a three-story house. But I’m no longer fond of painting trim on a third-story gable, as I was once, as a young man. My adrenal glands can’t handle it any more. My thirty-six foot magnesium ladder has been permanently disassembled, to forestall foolish temptation.
The houses tell stories, and present unanswered questions.
Just along the street and around a corner is the municipal center of town.
First comes the Historical Society.
Why the bell?
Just uphill of the historical society is the town hall.
Just uphill of the town hall is the library.
Just uphill of the library is the school.
One of my favorite stories from the trip: The Commonwealth of Massachusetts is giving the Cuttyhunk School a raft of s**t because they have not instituted an anti-bullying policy, nor have they properly reported their anti-bullying to the State.As explained to me by a Cuttyhunker: “The school’s anti-bullying policy is, HEY! LEAVE YOUR BROTHER ALONE!”
Paths are a prominent feature of the island.
So is stone. Stone walls are everywhere. Cuttyhunk has more rocks than trees.
Take a moment to enjoy the trim boards on the gable end of this house.
There was fog one morning.
Fog can bring beauty, and mystery, and can lead us on.
We’ll go down this path, and others, in a future post.