After a very pleasant few days with the Davis’s and a lazy morning, we set off eastwards, first in search of fuel and then in search of a rock. Not such an easy task as there was one stretch of route 32A that was being rebuilt (from scratch it seems!). Some people will probably think us mad in looking for a rock in a field, but this one (above) has a plaque on saying that George Whitefield preached from it on his first visit on 16 October 1740. Turning off route 9 up Foster Hill Road, Marianne was amazed that this time I knew exactly where I was going. We passed a policeman with the lights flashing on his car and stopped at the top of the hill by what looked like white gates. Over on the side of the field was the rock. The local historical commission (http://www.westbrookfield.org/fosterhill.htm) says that Whitefield preached to up to 500 at that time when that was the centre of a scattered community.

We pressed on to Middleboro, halfway between Providence, Rhode Island, and Plymouth. We took a chance on getting a motel at a cheap rate. Unfortunately for us the one we aimed for only had smoking rooms. Beggars can’t be choosers. One of the air fresheners from the car helped! And it was half price.