Flora Bee's: Cape Cod: Week 1

Hello everyone!

I’ve trotted across the globe on my family holiday to a CUTE little town on the east coast of America, called Dennis in Cape Cod. We have swapped houses with an American family so I’m currently writing this from the garden of an adorable seaside cottage.

It all began a week ago when we woke up at the crack of dawn to get our morning flight to Boston, however it was more dramatic than expected because my sister in law gave birth to my GORGEOUS nephew, Charlie, after being overdue for 10 days. So instead of rolling out of bed and straight into the car with no chat exchanged (I’m not much of a morning person), my dad ran into my bedroom at the tender hour of 5.30 in the morning shouting, “Baby!!!!!” We all jumped into the car and zoomed to the hospital for a drive-by squidge of the bambino on our way to the airport. It was very hard to say goodbye to them all but we were going on holiday so we couldn’t complain.

Have you ever seen anything so cute? Little Charlie Bee

After a delicious breakfast at Gordon Ramsey's "Plane Food" restaurant at Terminal 5, I bought some anti-sickness pills as recommended by my friend Bianca because they help you sleep (which is the biggest understatement in the WORLD.) I popped one right before I got on the plane and I genuinely don’t remember anything else. It knocked me out! I slept throughout the entire seven hour flight, I fell asleep on the curb outside Boston airport waiting for the coach, and then for the whole 2 hour coach journey. It was amazing. I’m a sleepy person but that was impressive even by my standards.

Most days have consisted of eating a BIG breakfast at a local place called Grumpys, and then walking to a beautiful white sandy beach and staying there until wine o'clock (also known to some as sunset I believe).

Going to the beach

Playsuit: H&M

However my poor Dad can’t sit still so we have to have alternate activity days to keep him happy. One day we drove to a nearby town called Hyannis, which is where the Kennedy’s have their summer “compound”. However, to my horror, the weather took a turn for the worse and it was grey, raining and not how I imagined Hyannis port to be. How dare it rain when I’m on holiday? So I don’t know whether my judgement was clouded by… well, clouds, or if it really is a dump, but it felt like any old rundown seaside down. I wouldn’t have been surprised if there was a Woolworths there or a Poundland. There was also an irritating boy playing a pipe. How dare he play his pipe? But all was well when we got back to our trusty beach and the sun came out.

NO FEAR, Daddy Bee packed a cagoule for me! What not to wear: "a cag in a bag"

My Dad loves a car shot. THUNDERBIRD!

Floral cami: Forever 21. Lace shorts (or chicken knickers as my Dad calls them): from a little shop in Chatham (Cape Cod). Sparkly sandals: Topshop.

Back at the beach!

A more successful day trip was to Provincetown, which is known as the Brighton of the East Coast. It was a beautiful, sunny day and we walked along the colourful Main Street. We were bobbing in and out of the shops and had to regularly stop to rehydrate and focus all of our attention on the people watching. There was one man cycling along the street in an orange dress, singing and throwing confetti. How joyous!

Beach in Provincetown

Hawaiian shirt: H&M, Denim shorts: Topshop, Watch: Casio

Yesterday, we took a boat trip from Hyannis to Nantucket, which is a small island with a cobbled main street, beautiful clapboard shops and huge yachts all around. We thought it would be nice to hire bikes and explore the island that way. How wrong we were! I forgot how much I loathed cycling. Our ride began on a high road, with us cycling on the wrong side of the road, oblivious to the other cyclists on the nice, safe cycle path. Even when the cars were pointing to the cycle path, we thought they were waving. “Hello! Well, aren’t all the motorists friendly!” It wasn’t until a truck stopped next to us and shouted, “Get on the cycle path!” that we realised there was a queue of traffic waiting for us while we were blissfully unaware. I wasn’t blissful, I was out of breath and aching, but we cycled to the beautiful Madeket beach eventually, where I slept solidly for two hours. After the horrendous journey back to Main Street, we settled at a waterside bar called CRU and that was blissful. We ate a delicious dinner at "Met on Main" and had a gorgeous waiter with an accent we couldn't place at first, but after interrogation from my overly friendly Dad, it turned out that he was from Yorkshire!