I arrive in Ogunquit and so does Hurricane Jose!

Dear Diary,

This is the view from our darling little cottage.  They were built in 1936 just two years before the killer hurricane of 1938.  You can just see the Atlantic Ocean in the distance, a thin grey line.  We could not see the crashing waves but we could certainly hear them.  It sounded like a distant train rumbling by.  The rain was heavy in bands but for the most part Jose is keeping a safe distance off shore so we are experiencing only the outer, westerly edge of it.

We sat by the fire last night and ate lobster rolls and talked and talked.  Karen is on pins and needles because her home on St John in the US Virgin Islands was severely compromised during the last hurricane and Maria is due to strike the island today.  There is every chance that by this time tomorrow her beloved Tree Tops will be no more and my heart breaks for her.

We will do our best to distract ourselves today with a visit to the wonderful Ogunquit Museum of American Art.  My prayers are for all her friends and neighbors on the island who have already lost everything and are in harms way again.  Please think of them today and send positive thoughts their way, they will need it.

Extra is a "painterly" version of the rising swells in Perkins Cove.