As I prepare to head up to Maine this week, here’s a few shots from the little town of Port Clyde, Maine where I made a pit stop during my travels last month. Love these little harbors. The sculpture of clam diggers brings back memories of my great-grandfather Weymouth Roberts and Uncle Stan Roberts who used to clam for a living and my great grandmother who used to sit at the table and shuck clams for hours. Hope you all are finding your little escapes this summer!
This sculpture of clam diggers brings back memories of my great-grandfather Weymouth Roberts
Good Morning Gloucester 
Special ~ I hope you have some of the tools they used and the stories to go alng with them!
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No tools but plenty of stories! 😊
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So true, and I do miss clamming myself along with loads of steamers and fried clams belly and all! Had a little shack in summertime on folly cove that sold the pints and quarts love at first bite 🙂 Dave
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There’s still a small eat in the rough over there 😊
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