Suffering from a major personal loss at the time, I found myself swapping the dank cold of London for the sunny climes of Miami Beach. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision, and initially it would be like a (long) weekend getaway from running a high-pressure business. So for the next 18 years, I jumped on a Virgin flight and crossed the Ocean some 6 times per year.  My first home there was an Art Deco condo in the heart of the historic district in a small complex of some 8 units. It was just like ‘Melrose Place‘ compounded by the fact that I soon found a neighbor who liked to gossip as much as I did.  I was beginning to think that I had indeed found the place I belonged until the same neighbor/new best friend told me about this one other place over the rainbow that even Dorothy would have given her right arm for.  It was a 5-day drive (now remembering we can travel the whole of the UK in just  24 hours) and on the very tip of Cape Cod, and the exact same spot that almost 400 years ago, other Brits had landed  (Note to Historians, they were a. very picky bunch and so sailed on to Plymouth ).

That first year I stayed in Provincetown for one week. The next year two weeks, and then a whole month the following year. It was easy progress to  soon spending the whole of the summer there : i could run my buisness remotely but as London was 5 hours ahead, my ‘working day’ would end at I pm P.Town time. Perfect timing for a cup of tea (some old habits die hard) and that’s when I discovered what would quickly become one of my favorite PTown hangouts THE CAPTAINS DAUGHTERS.