Unbeknownst to me, Harwich (pronounced “hare-itch” by the locals) was the town from which the Mayflower departed to the land now known as America in 1620. And, being an American in Harwich, I was completing some sort of American history full-circle by being there (high-level speaking).

There is not much at all to Harwich; it is a quaint, little town. We stayed at The Pier on the pier, had a 6-minute commute to work, ate at exactly one place for lunch, and had options of two-and-a-half to three restaurants for dinner. Being on the water and in England, fish and chips was a given. It was interesting to be somewhere else in England where the pound didn’t pummel my (company’s) pockets, because my only experience up until now was London, which is heavyweight (very expensive). Being on the Pier made for beautiful mornings, and by the time we left, we had a soft place in our hearts for Harwich.

I usually post 15 or 27 photos from a trip, but not many photos were taken in Harwich. I am fond of these, because it just about sums up the town.

All photos taken with Nikon D5100.