Road trip--East Hampton

East Hampton windmill

Many of the houses are this shape: the long, sloping roof towards the east, the shorter roof, and the front of the house, towards the west.

Gardens full of magnolias and other spring-flowering trees.

... and some very, very huge and old trees, like very-fat ladies.

A long brick footpath runs between the village pond and the houses to the south. It's crooked and lumpy and nice to stroll along, no rush.

The swans are nesting on the pond, the nest built high above the water, the mother constantly checking beneath her feathers. They have raised several annual clutches here.

I liked East Hampton, very much. It is not as high-fashion, celebrity-rich as the other Hamptons. It feels like an old almost-English village. It's pretty and homely. I could imagine the settlers here on their farms.