Friday, August 7, 2015

Cape Breton

The neighbours came for a visit one evening.

It is hard to believe that we left home a month ago.  Time is flying!

The highlight of our week was having Molly come visit us.  We haven't seen her since Christmas.  She was a sight for sore eyes when she walked off the airplane in Halifax.

We've missed kissing these cheeks!

Napping before the storm.

The second highlight was having Jordan join us!

An evening stroll to the point.

Yesterday we took a day trip to Cape Breton and drove the Ceilidh Trail.  What a beautiful part of our country!

"Do you want to go swimming?"

Not much business today.

Beautiful countryside.

Oyster farming in Cape Breton.

Another selfie.

The sign says it all.

We stopped in Mabou to eat lunch at the Red Shoe Pub, owned and operated by the Rankin sisters.  

Kiteboarding in Inverness.

We took a 'ferry' to Kidston Island on Bras D'Or Lake.

Swimmers on Kidston Island.

Bras D'Or Lake isn't a lake at all!  It is Canada's largest inland sea.

Napping before the long drive back to the cottage.

We have had a great week on the north coast of Nova Scotia.  Today we are travelling to the southwest corner of the province to spend two weeks in Church Point.  I wonder what adventures await us?




Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Prince Edward Island

Argyle Provincial Park

We spent the day on Prince Edward Island, the smallest Canadian province.  We did a big circle tour.  We took the ferry over from Nova Scotia and drove the Confederation Bridge back.

Open wide!

There is no shortage of lighthouses in Atlantic Canada.

Parking lot beautification in Charlottetown.

Downtown Charlottetown.

So many beautiful houses here.

Another lighthouse.

A north coast beach.

Beautiful cliffs.

Cavendish Beach.

"Do you know what comes between me and my Calvins?  Nothing."

Cavendish Beach

My first lobster roll.  The verdict?  DELICIOUS!  I can't wait for my second.

Acres and acres of potato fields right down to the ocean.

I couldn't get over the colour of the sand on the south coast of the island!  Red sand, red cliffs, red soil, red rocks.

Argyle Provincial Park.

One day I hope to be a wandering senior.  Oh wait, I already am!

Instead of taking the ferry back to Nova Scotia, we thought it would be fun to drive all 12 minutes of the Confederation Bridge and land in New Brunswick.  We thought the views from the bridge deck would be lovely.

Nope!  No lovely views.  This is all we saw for 8 miles.


After our tire mishap on Saturday night, we were praying to God that we wouldn't run into a moose driving back from New Brunswick.



What a wonderful day!  Fourteen hours of fun.




Monday, August 3, 2015

The Friendliest People On Earth

Black Point

If Disneyland is the happiest place on Earth, then Nova Scotia has to be the friendliest place on Earth.

Canadians are a friendly bunch.  We all know that.  But Canadian friendly pales in comparison to Nova Scotian friendly.  In the first six hours of being in this province I think twelve different people stopped to talk to us.  One elderly man was standing by his truck waiting for his wife to finish her shopping.  We walked by, smiled and the next thing we knew we were in deep conversation.

After a long day of travelling from Ireland, we are happy to be back on Canadian soil and in Nova Scotia in particular.

Other people casually mention the weather as they walk by.  "Looks like another beautiful day, eh?"

One man helped us order our dinner in the pub last night, taking care to ask about our personal food preferences before he recommended something for us to eat.

Joe was over the moon to learn that this pub in New Glasgow serves Murphy's on tap!

And the smiles.  Oh, the smiles!  EVERYONE SMILES AT EVERYONE HERE!  Every teenager I've passed has smiled at me.  Every single one.

Why can't we all be like Nova Scotians?

Beautiful birch trees

Last night we had the misfortune of driving over some metal on a dark rural road.  The front tire was slashed and the car we were driving limped to the side of the road.  We were stranded.  But not for long!  A car pulled over and out jumped Nick and Colleen.  Nick quickly got to work removing the slashed tire and replacing it with the spare tire.  Colleen shone the flashlight app on her phone at the work that was going on.  Joe and I just stood there.  Well, I didn't just stand there, I took pictures!

Thank you Good Samaritans, Nick and Colleen!  We promise to pay your kindness forward.

As many of you know, we are now on the second leg of our home exchange summer.  We are currently in a log cabin at Black Point for one week, then in a house on Church Point for two.  The sun is shining, the temps are in the 20s and all is well here in Atlantic Canada.

I loved that these people used their bike rack to hold a fishing rod!

We are off on a day trip to P.E.I. this morning.  I hope Prince Edward Islanders are as friendly as their neighbours!

Melmerby Provincial Park at dusk.




Sunday, August 2, 2015

My Three Irish Obsessions

In addition to its kind and friendly people, heartbreakingly beautiful landscapes and lively pub culture I became obsessed with three things while in Ireland.  Peat bogs, thatched roof cottages and drystone walls.

I saw all three of these things during our daily trips, then I googled them furiously later in the evening to learn as much as I could about them.

In no particular order, I give you my Irish obsessions...

Obsession #1:  Thatched Roof Cottages

This vintage postcard is from years ago, but thatched roof cottages look exactly the same today.  

I love it that people still live in these stone cottages with thatched roofs.

Form and function at its finest.

Obsession #2:  Drystone Walls

One expert estimates that there are 400,000 kilometres of drystone walls in Ireland.  And I swear 399,000 of them are on the west coast of the country.  I have never seen so many rock walls in my life!  And not just rocks in walls.  Rocks in fields.  Lots and lots of rocks in fields.

The tradition of building drystone walls is very ancient.  The first stone walls were built in Ireland almost 6,000 years ago.  They are the oldest drystone walls in the world!
Drystone walls on Inisheer Island.

I asked one of the locals on Inisheer, "Why so many walls?"  She replied, "Well, the farmers had to put the rocks somewhere when they cleared their fields!"  I learned the walls also help to prevent soil erosion.

Building walls with no mortar allows the wind to blow right through them.

Checking out the stiles on Inisheer.

One thing I couldn't figure out were the miles and miles of stone walls that ran up hills seemingly to nowhere.  And why would they be needed way up there?  What was being walled in?  Or out?

Walls to nowhere.

I later learned that these are called 'Famine Walls'.

"People often comment on long stone walls which run from the bottom to the stony top of a mountain and appear to divide nothing from nothing.

They are known as 'famine walls' and were created by men employed on Work Schemes - usually run by church groups or by landlords - whose main purpose was to create employment for and provide income to the impoverished, often starving, local communities at the time of the potato famine.

The walls do indeed divide nothing much from nothing much.  Their purpose, aside from income provision, was to clear the land of stones, the wall just nothing more than a place to put them.  In fact, clearing these mountains of stone would be impossible so it was a thankless task."

Thank you Google!

Obsession #3:  Peat Bogs, Fires and Smoke

I was really surprised to learn that peat is still used today as a heat source.  I thought it was only used in the 'olden days'.  Nope!  We drove past many peat bogs and saw how peat was harvested.

Sods of peat drying out after being cut from the bog.

Peat fires give off an incredible amount of heat.  And I am in LOVE with the smell of its smoke.

There is nothing, and I mean nothing, as delightful as sitting next to peat fire in a pub with a pint in your hand after a cold wet day of travelling.

While I was having a romance with peat bogs, I remembered reading about 'bog bodies'.  People who had died and were thrown into peat bogs thousands of years ago and whose bodies were incredibly preserved and intact when discovered recently.  So off to Google I went again.

Tollund Man 400 BC (Denmark)

Clonycavan Man 400 BC (Ireland)

I love the smell of peat smoke so much I bought some peat incense to burn when I get home.

Peat, cottages and walls.  I will miss them all.