Sunshine overhead, WSW wind at our backs, rolling home to the sea

In the hills just west of Manchester on Rte 47 we stop at the old meetinghouse in the village of Francestown to rest. It seems like we have been here before...maybe we have. The inscription on a stone bench next to the small church cemetery says, 'tarry awhile.' As we get closer to home, the prospect of arriving  is both comforting and unsettling.