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 We were running out of time in Vermont and due to fly down to Florida later that afternoon. Still we were able to down some lunch at the King Arthur Flour café. Much loved by Mike as he was able to easily obtain supplies from here during lockdown, when all the shops had run out. Having returned from France Mike was trying to produce the perfect baguette although I did tell him that that was what the boulangerie was for. Our last port of call was Quechee Gorge, a deep gorge (165ft) formed by glacial activity around 13,000 years ago. The road is bridged over the top and we stood to look down at the view before walking the path down to the side of the river to look at the bridge from a distance. The notice was tacked on a shed we came across on the walk. Finally we drove to the airport in Manchester where we caught the plane down to Orlando. As I was still coughing we masked up in FFP masks and took some co-codamol which effectively stopped me coughing for the whole flight. It was after

 We had a good night in Nootka Lodge and I felt a little better when I woke up. Just up the road was the bridge over the Connecticut River leading into Vermont. Next to the new bridge was an old one - the Wells River Bridge which was built in 1903 by the Boston and Maine Railroad to carry both rail and road traffic.  It looks strange because it is double-decked. The bridge was in use for rail traffic until 2001 and ceased to be used for road traffic in 2007, when it was fenced off and allowed to degenerate.  We had not had breakfast so went to a diner, Tuttles in Wells River, which was very traditional. We had eggs and fried potatoes and as much coffee as you could drink. Fortified we crossed the river and headed into Vermont. We were driving back towards Hanover as Mike wanted to show us the house he had lived in when he was working at Dartmouth College. First we visited the village of Lyme. Another very tidy New England  place where Mike used to do his shopping. There were some stran