Salt water taffy.

I read some where that one of the most important things to do before you die is eat lobster in Maine. I wish I had written that book, to sell to sad middle aged thrill seekers not dissimilar to myself.

Having consumed many lobster in Maine, I felt that as a responsible parent, I would take my children to consume one of the may wonders of the world. I thought it would far out weigh any hanging gardens!

We headed off from Salem and Darcey stashed a couple of packets of cereal for the journey. It was the mini boxes of variety packs which have always held immense fascination for me as well. When I was little fruit loops were not heard of, it was more frosties, coco pops, corn flakes. I used to eat the who collection in the space of a day. Just because..........

By the time we got to Freeport Darcey was going mad. Mad like I have never seen. LL Bean will never be the same again. It was like watching the Tasmanian devil rip the store apart. I managed to catch hold of her after about 20 minutes and her eyes were flashing like head lights on high beam. I stuffed her in her push chair and bought her a pair of Reebok's in pink to go with her new red neck image.

I didn't really enjoy Freeport this time. It took Darcey hours to calm down. Darcey is currently banned from fruit loops.

We plumped on Kennebunkport as the closest town in Maine next to the New Hampshire boarder and hit the road.

Kennebunkport is famous for may things, President Bush's holiday home, clam chowder, whales and salt water taffy............what..........salt water taffy...........

We stayed in a hotel on stilts, ate lobster, Ben and Jerry's then got drunk and made fun of the shop assistant selling salt water taffy. I had the girl say taffy at least 10 times before we decided that she was actually saying toffee. It has never seen any salt water, and didn't taste like doggy Dutch toothpaste. The kids hated lobster.