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North Rustico

4 October

Typical fishing village in P.E.I.
Typical fishing village in P.E.I.
Lobster pots and fishermen's huts in North Rustico
Lobster pots and fishermen’s huts in North Rustico

It was a grey start to the day. We set off for the Anne of Green Gables house but found that there was already a coach party there and another was just driving in so I decided I didn’t want to push my way around with hordes of people.

After that, I had a difference of opinion with my daughter so we went back to the motel and went our separate ways for walks around the village, which is apparently known for its red cliffs.

North Rustico
North Rustico
Lighthouse in North Rustico
Lighthouse in North Rustico
Kayaks in North Rustico
Kayaks in North Rustico
Old lighthouse?
Old lighthouse?

I came back for a couple of hours in the afternoon and read my book and then, when Robyn hadn’t returned, I decided to drive out to the sand dunes at Brackley Beach, which are also a noted local attraction. It was a lovely long beach to walk along.

Braddely's Beach
Braddely’s Beach

Rimouski

5 October

It was a very long day today, driving from P.E.I. to Rimouski, which is on the shores of the St Lawrence. We left at 8am and arrived at nearly 5pm. The weather was revolting, so most of the drive was in heavy rain, with a lot of surface water on the roads and therefore not very pleasant.

We left P.E.I. via the Confederation Bridge, whose end disappeared into the mist, it being 12.9kms long and the longest bridge in the world over ice covered waters (not that there was ice at the moment). Interestingly, you don’t pay going onto the island, either by the ferry or the bridge, but you pay to leave.

View from the motel in Rimouski
View from the motel in Rimouski

We stopped for about an hour in Bathurst, with much of the time spent actually looking for somewhere that was open on a Sunday. We eventually found a very strange little cafe, fully decorated for Halloween, where the food was adequate and the coffee hot. During the 20 minutes we then spent trying to get back onto the main road we, of course, passed a number of shopping areas, all of which were open. It was obviously only the city centre that closed on Sundays. I should have realised that!

Sun going down
Sun going down

There was no doubt some beautiful scenery along the way, particularly north of Campbellton, if only we could have seen it through the low cloud and driving rain. However, the weather did clear as we approached the coast and, by the time, we arrived in Rimouski, it was quite fine. We had now completed a 3 week loop (or more acurately, a wonky figure of 8).

We found a waterfront motel quite by chance as Robyn spotted the sign at the end of the road as we were driving past.  We then went to the supermarket for bread and cheese (we had been seriously deprived in Nova Scotia) and sat outside our room to enjoy the sunset. This would have been a little more enjoyable if the temperature had been 10 degrees higher! We were forced inside for the rest of the evening.

It was only then, when I was going to book somewhere for tomorrow night, that I realised I had got all my dates mixed up and we have an extra day before the car is due back! How dumb can you be?

Almost gone!
Almost gone!

Saguenay

6 October

Ferry from Trois Pistoles
Ferry from Trois Pistoles
On the ferry
On the ferry

We were again welcomed by a blue sky day today. The weather is, if nothing else, a little fickle! We had decided to get the ferry across the St Lawrence from Trois Pistoles to Les Escoumins and drive up towards Saguenay.

Having dawdled around at the motel, I then had to drive quite quickly to reach the ferry in time for the once a day sailing, for which we had no reservation, at 11am. Luckily, we arrived with time to spare and, it seemed, that very few other people had a booking either so there was no problem getting on.

Arriving at Escoumins
Arriving at Escoumins
Tadoussac harbour
Tadoussac harbour

The trip across took an hour and a half and was extremely calm. On the way, we even saw some wildlife! Several porpoises and what, I think, was a small whale. We sat on the outside deck, once again, where it was very cold and definitely necessary to keep out of the wind along the sides of the boat.

On arrival in Les Escoumins, I thought we would drive to Tadoussac for lunch, thinking it would be a nice quiet town. Wrong again! It was very touristy, as it was a launching place for whale tours as well as a ferry across the river (not the St Lawrence) for people heading to Quebec City. Sometimes, it pays to do a bit of research. It was a very attractive place, nevertheless.

Cemetary in Tadoussac
Cemetary in Tadoussac
Oldest wooden chapel in Northern America
Oldest wooden chapel in Northern America

Our first stop was a cafe. Surprise, surprise! We had an excellent lunch, sharing a Table d’hote menu and ordering an extra soup. Robyn had the dessert. And then she felt full. At last. Afterwards, we had a wander around the small town and along the harbour front, watching the boats going in and out. It was certainly a busy little place.

Having decided not to stay there, we drove up through woodland and along lakes to Saguenay, where we found our most expensive motel to date on the river front. It seems to be an odd time of year to visit some of these areas as a lot of accommodation and tourist attractions have already closed for the winter so the choice is limited.

After going in search of a supermarket and almost driving the wrong way up a dual carriageway (thankfully Robyn shouted at me), it was back to the room for a restorative glass of wine (for me, at least) and a quiet evening.

New York cheesecake - after the soup and pizza!
New York cheesecake – after the soup and pizza!
Lunch time cafe
Lunch time cafe
Tadoussac harbour
Tadoussac harbour

Quebec City

7 October

It was a very wet and miserable day today. We were driving to Quebec City and had hoped for a walk in the National Park along the way. However, this was not to be and we took the morning leisurely and then drove the 3 hours or so through the rain to our destination.

On arrival, it was well after time for lunch, so our first stop (once again) was a cafe. We were trying to find a shopping centre with only a vague idea of where it was, so the cafe was en route. After an excellent lunch, both food and value wise, we headed for the shopping centre having discovered its location using the technology (wifi) available to us in the cafe.

Robyn topped up her phone (vital necessity of life) and we wandered around a bit but neither of us particularly wanted to shop, so we set off for the hostel with the aid of Robyn’s French GPS lady in the phone. I am really beginning to wonder how anyone manages without a smartphone!

The hostel owner recognised us from our previous visit and we had the same room. However, the hostel, this time, was much busier with a large (or, at least, seemed large) group of Asians, who seemed to take over the kitchen. We chatted to a couple of other guests and then retired to the room and our technology. Who needs verbal communication?!

Montreal

8 October

We were up early this morning as I had to return the car to Montreal by 11am. Once again, we set off in torrential rain, which continued on and off for the entire drive. The traffic was extremely heavy and slow, particularly as approached and left the Champlain Bridge, with the result that we were a little late although that didn’t seem to matter.

The airport bus delivered us to the accommodation I had booked for myself, close (ish) to the centre. Or, at least, it would have done if we had got off at the right stop. The darling daughter (she, who is always right) got it wrong for once, so we then had to take the metro as well.

Having checked in, my priority was a hair cut so we trekked across to The Village where Robyn had had her hair cut previously at a salon with learners. I opted for the professional and got a very short cut! After that, it was across town to the north to visit Mavie, with whom Robyn was staying for a few days. She left her backpack there and we traipsed across town to the west so that she could visit Clara, another friend, and deposit her work cheques, which hopefully, won’t bounce this time.

By this stage, I was almost beside myself with exhaustion, so left them chatting and made my way back on the bus to my accommodation. I spent the rest of the evening virtually comatose and doing absolutely nothing!

Montreal

9 October

This morning was spent in the room, sorting and doing admin stuff.

I had arranged to meet Robyn at the bakery in St Denis that we had been to before and walked there in the rain and freezing wind, which started not long after I set off. Consequently, it wasn’t a particularly pleasant walk but I did take refuge underground for a little while.

The bakery was packed with students, all with laptops and not eating, monopolising all the tables. Luckily, we managed to get seats but other customers were not so lucky. Obviously a problem the bakery owners need to sort out! The food, as before, was excellent and Robyn was starving, as she hadn’t had breakfast. She has also decided she is getting fat with all the eating!

Afterwards we decided to go shopping at Laval, reputedly the biggest shopping centre in Quebec. Surprisingly, we managed to last longer than 10 minutes and also purchased one or two items, which must be a record for us, the well known non-shopaholics.

This exhausted me though and we made our way back on the bus and metro at about 7pm. I left Robyn, not knowing when I might see her again, and returned to the room to recover (from the shopping, not not seeing Robyn!).

Toronto

10 October

I spent almost the entire day today on a double decker bus travelling from Montreal to Toronto. The journey took a little over 6 hours and we stopped once briefly at Kingston, where I bought a sandwich and coffee that made Tim Hortons seem gourmet. How other people had time to rush to McDonalds and other places, I am not sure, as I only just had time to go to the bus terminal cafe.

The bus was completely full, mainly with students, probably because it was Canadian Thanksgiving weekend, which I, naturally, had not realised. The going was slow, with heavy traffic into Toronto, and we arrived late at about 5.45pm.

I caught the subway to my accommodation, another Airbnb, which, it transpired, was the Hungarian owner’s home but he was going away for the weekend. It is a very nice studio with a kitchen, bathroom and bedroom, the only drawback being that the heating is uncontrollable and almost unbearable, it being set by the Cuban apartment superindent, who apparently feels the cold. He said to put the air con on if I got too hot!!

It was then a rush to get changed and head out to Chester where Cherie and John, whom I had met in Central America, lived and who had invited me to dinner. It was an extremely enjoyable evening with a lot of chat about travel and very nice to catch up with them again. It was well after midnight and my bedtime by the time I returned to my oven.

Toronto

11 September

University of Toronto
University of Toronto
Park at the back of the Art Gallery
Park at the back of the Art Gallery

I spent most of the morning pottering in my oven and then walked into the city, having arranged to meet Robyn by the CN Tower at 3.30pm. I hadn’t expected to see her again but she had decided to join a La Salle University student trip, courtesy of one of her current flatmates, and was heading to Niagara Falls for the weekend.

I zigzagged my way through treelined suburban streets, past and through the University of Toronto, along streets lined with every type of cafe and restaurant imaginable and on to the waterfront where I sat watching people, planes and boats whilst waiting. It was a beautiful day and very warm.

Tree lined street in Toronto
Tree lined street in Toronto

View from the waterfront
View from the waterfront
The Waterfront
The Waterfront

I then strolled up to the Tower and and did a bit more people watching until Robyn arrived and then, whilst the others went up the Tower, she and I had a late lunch of pancakes, mothers being very useful providers of cafe lunches.

CN Tower square
CN Tower square

Afterwards, she went off to rejoin the group and I had a further wander around the city streets and into one of the large shopping malls where I perused the shops for a while, surprisingly not getting bored within 5 minutes.

I decided my feet couldn’t cope with walking back so I then caught the metro back to St Clair.

A few leaning towers!
A few leaning towers!

Toronto

12 September

I awoke early, having not slept very well and, after breakfast, got ready to go and meet Cherie at Chester station. She had proposed to give me a guided walk through the city, which she and I both enjoyed.

The City from Don Valley
The City from Don Valley
Old prison, new hospital
Old prison, new hospital

It was a beautiful clear, crisp day that got warmer as it went on. We set off from Danforth and walked through the Don Valley, onto Cabbagetown, where Robyn and I had stayed when I first arrived, and down to the Distillery area. As the name suggests, the buildings used to be a distillery but had been renovated and converted and now housed many boutique shops and cafes.

Window box in the Distillery
Window box in the Distillery
Chandelier in Balzac's cafe
Chandelier in Balzac’s cafe
Poster in Balzac's
Poster in Balzac’s

Artwork in the Distillery
Artwork in the Distilley
Back view of the artwork
Back view of the artwork

The Distillery area
The Distillery area

Street sign in The Distillery
Street sign in The Distillery

We stopped at Balzac for coffee and then strolled on, right through the centre, past the St Lawrence Market, which unfortunately wasn’t open on Sundays, as well as the Art Gallery, the National Museum, Parliament and the University.

By the time we stopped for a very late lunch of Vietnamese chicken noodle soup, we were well and truly ready for a rest! It made a very big difference walking with someone who has lived and worked in the city for so many years and who could give me some ‘insider’ information.

A very narrow building!
A very narrow building!

Cityscape
Cityscape

City cow
City cow

National Museum
National Museum
National Art Gallery
National Art Gallery

Afterwards, Cherie had to get home. I decided I didn’t have the energy for anymore walking but still managed to walk back to St Clair, which took about 40 minutes.

On my return, I realised I could actually open the windows a little more than I already had, so I am hoping tonight will not be quite so oven-like!

Toronto

13 October

The morning was very gloomy as I packed my belongings and walked into the city to meet Robyn, who was stopping in Toronto for a couple of hours on her way back to Montreal.

I met her at lunchtime near the Bay shopping centre, into which we then wandered so that I could have a coffee. Afterwards, we had a half hearted stroll around the shops before doing our usual dithering about where to have lunch. There was, of course, a large food court in the Centre so we decided it would be quicker and easier to go there as we were both on a short timeframe. An excellent, large, noodle dish was shared between us before she left to re-join her group and I returned to the flat to collect my bags and head to the airport.

I was running later than I had intended but, luckily, caught buses fairly quickly and arrived at the ferry in plenty of time. (I was surprised on the second bus that the driver didn’t seem to know, or realise, that his bus went quite close to the terminal!  I just had a short walk then from the closest bus stop.

The ferry and terminal was packed with people returning home after Thanksgiving weekend but, once through checkin and security, I was able to find a seat and avail myself of the gratuitous coffee and biscuits. In fact, I was so comfortable, I didn’t hear the flight called and ended up being one of the last to board!

The lady sitting next to me (and, in fact, in my allocated seat) asked if I would mind having her large handbag by my feet, as she already had a big carry on bag under her own feet. I wasn’t really happy with the proposed request (the bag really being quite large for a handbag) and she luckily got the message and put it in the overhead locker.

The flight to Montreal was otherwise uneventful, as was the changeover in Montreal. I had an hour and a half stopover, which passed quickly, and I was soon on the way to London. It was an overnight flight but not long enough to get comfortable or to sleep properly.

Cape Breton to Prince Edward Island

Big Beach (Cape Breton)

28 September

Cruise ships in Sydney
Cruise ships in Sydney

It was another beautiful day but this one was spent mostly in the car, driving to Cape Breton Island. I don’t think I will ever get used to the distances between places here!

We left Halifax at about 10.15am after another very hearty breakfast, stopped once for a short break and arrived in Sydney at 3.45pm. It was extremely windy, everything was closed but there were 3 cruises ships in with their passengers either still on the boats or milling about the cruise ship terminal. We had a wander around the craft market that seemed to have been especially provided for them and then set off once again for our accommodation.

This was another Airbnb situated on a farm about 30 minutes out of Sydney and overlooking Bras d’Or Lake. What a welcome! There was one other lady staying, the house was small but beautifully decorated and we were immediately offered a glass of wine. My kind of house! Ann, our host, had to deal with her delivery of hay for the horses, so we chatted amongst ourselves in the meantime. She then cooked for us as, of course, nothing was open and none of us had eaten. Definitely, above and beyond the call of duty and a thoroughly enjoyable evening was had by all.

Ingonish

29 September

After an excellent breakfast and yet more chatting to Beverly, who has been housesitting for 4 years, is an astrologer and has lived in all sorts of places and therefore very interesting to chat to, we hit the road once again. As luck would have it, today was grey and overcast. We had spent the last two beautiful days mostly in the car and today planned to do a walk on the Cabot Trail. It was back to the winter clothes, once again, having spent the last two days in t shirts and 3/4 pants.

Middle Head
Middle Head

We drove slowly up to Ingonish, stopping at Baddeck briefly and then at a Quilt Shop, where we had a long discussion about quilts and quilting with the owner. There were yet more road works along the way and the road was quite windy, so the drive was very leisurely. By the time we arrived at Ingonish, though, the weather had brightened.

We stopped at the Visitor Centre to hand over a chunk of money (i.e. park entry fee for several days) and got some information about the walking tracks. After lunch at a cafe, we checked into a waterfront motel, which would have had a beautiful view of the sunset over the water had there been a sunset!

It was a lovely afternoon for a walk along a headland, from where we could see a view of the harbour and Ingonish. The wind was freezing, however, so we didn’t stay long on the exposed point but headed back along the track through woodland. There were a number of birds and, of course, many squirrels, who all called warning sounds to each other as we approached. Alas, no moose or whales, which is what Robyn and I would really like to see.

After stopping at a shop for supplies, we spent the rest of the evening relaxing in the room. Staying at Airbnb is wonderful for meeting other people, but socialising can be exhausting and it was nice to have a quite evening on our own!

Sun on Ingonish Harbour
Sun on Ingonish Harbour

Pleasant Bay (Cape Breton)

30 September

Today was a sad day and a disappointing one. We were greeted this morning with the news that Milo, our family dog, had died, which upset both of us. Then, we had planned a day of hiking but, on opening the curtains, we couldn’t see any mountains. They totally obliterated by cloud and it was raining, so we had to have a change of plan.

We packed up and drove up the coast towards Pleasant Bay, which is a little further round the coast, hoping that the weather might brighten. We stopped briefly at Green Cove and then did detours to Dingle and to Margarets Village at the northern most tip of the peninsula. However, we couldn’t see any of the views so it was almost a waste of time.

We also stopped at a craft shop and then, on arrival in Pleasant Bay, we had lunch in a cafe that had wifi so we could check the accommodation possibilities, as we hadn’t booked anything. The area is well known for mussels, lobsters, crab and scallops, so it was inevitable that it was fish for lunch!

I decided to try one of the motels, which looked large and very pink with a seaview. Here, we met our first totally obnoxious Canadian. The reception desk was in the restaurant and this older lady was attired in a bow tie (skew), white shirt and black jacket (i.e typical waiter/matre d’ type uniform). She was totally unfriendly and got quite aggressive when I objected to her writing all my credit card details on a large sheet of paper that was visible to anyone at the desk (even though she asserted that she was the only one who used it!). I decided she didn’t deserve my money and left.

We then went down the road to, what we thought, was a guest house even though there were no signs. It was, but they were full. However, the owner worked at another motel in town, gave us cheap rates and couldn’t have been nicer. (He also later wanted to give Robyn a job, which is the second job offer she has had from places we have stayed!)

Bush walking in NZ is suddenly very appealing!
Bush walking in NZ is suddenly very appealing!
Face to face with a moose
Face to face with a moose

Having got the accommodation sorted and the weather now looking a lot brighter, we drove up to the start of the Skyline walk, which was about 20 minutes away. Robyn was desperate to meet some wildlife, although I was not so keen to meet the coyotes or the bears that are apparently in the area. Within about 5 minutes of starting off, we met a moose walking towards us with a park ranger’s vehicle driving slowly at a distance behind it. And who was it that immediately retreated, looking for a tree to hide behind? Not me, that’s for sure. I was left to take the photos. Luckily for us, the moose decided to veer off into the bush or I’m not quite sure what we were meant to do. The park rangers told us that the males are rutting and are therefore dangerous at this time of year, which was a little unnerving. They seemed a bit blase about it though!

We continued on and did a big loop walk, scaring ourselves with each little sound of breaking twigs and descending down a long boardwalk at the furthermost point to admire the view. On our return, we came across a whole family of moose in the trees, which we were able to observe for quite some time before they ambled off.

Daddy moose
Daddy moose
Mummy and baby moose
Mummy and baby moose

On the way back, we stopped a couple of times to admire the sunset and arrived back in the room about 6.30pm.

As the motel man had been so helpful, I felt obliged to eat in the restaurant. (We also didn’t have any fridge or microwave in the room so it was almost a necessity.) We had a very light meal and a couple of glasses of wine and then it was back to the room and bed.

Sunset in Pleasant Bay
Sunset in Pleasant Bay

Cheticamp

1 October

Today was still overcast and it had been raining overnight. However, we decided we had to go for a hike and, in fact, the day brightened considerably as it progressed and there were blue skies once again by the afternoon.

We backtracked a little way on our drive of yesterday and located the start of the Aspy Walk. This was a couple of hours of walking up through forestry to a viewpoint at the top. It was quite a disappointing and boring walk though, as we had anticipated it being a bit more open and scenic. Nevertheless, it was good to get outside rather than spend so much time in the car.

Once we had completed the hike, we retraced our steps even further and could actually see the mountains and views today, both of which were quite spectacular.

White Point
White Point
Serious woodpile ready for the winter
Serious woodpile ready for the winter

We did a detour around to White Point, which is a small fishing village, of which there seem to be quite a number along this coast, and then on to Neils Harbour, another little fishing village with an unprepossessing but excellent fish cafe. Even Robyn (she, who does not eat fish), ate their mussels!

Fishing boats at Neils Harbour
Fishing boats at Neils Harbour
The seafood cafe at Neils Harbour
The seafood cafe at Neils Harbour
Fishing boat high and dry!
Fishing boat high and dry!
Neils Harbour
Neils Harbour
Typical scene of lobster pots, shingle shed and lighthouse
Typical scene of lobster pots, shingle shed and lighthouse

We had a little wander around and then drove back towards Pleasant Bay and on to Cheticamp, which is just outside the National Park. It was absolutely beautiful all along the coast, particularly at this time of day, and I stopped on several occasions at viewpoints to take photographs. We also did the short Bog Walk, which was a boardwalk over the fragile wetland.

On arrival in Cheticamp, I was quite relieved to find that there were a number of motels (not having booked again) and the first one we tried had the best room we had seen so far. It was also the cheapest (not that that is saying much, given the Canadian prices!) We went off to buy essential wine, cereal and milk, which had to be from a small corner shop, the main supermarket having shut at 5pm. Interestingly, the town seems to have reverted to French, which we thought was quite strange in the middle of all this Celtic-ness. We then retired to the room to savour the comfort!

Antigonish

2 October

This morning was spent on the Acadian track, which was a loop trail with a number of lookouts on the seaward side of the loop. We decided to do the uphill woodland part first and save the views until later. Naturally, the weather had changed by this time!!

Pumpkins at the motel
Pumpkins at the motel

The whole walk was about 3 1/2 hours and we had lunch, which we had bought from the local bakery, at the top. Unfortunately, I wouldn’t let Robyn had lunch on the red chair in the sun with the magnificent view of the coast, but made her wait until the next lookout, which happened to be in the most exposed spot at a time when the sky had clouded over and the sun and blue sky had disappeared! Needless to say, we didn’t stay long. We did, however, stop at one lookout for quite some time, chatting to a very interesting couple, comprising an English/Australian lady and her Swiss husband, who worked for a humanitarian agency in the Sudan and who had lived all over the world. I certainly didn’t envy him his job.

Plateau at the top of the track
Plateau at the top of the track
View of Cheticamp
View of Cheticamp
Robyn hiding in the red chair
Robyn hiding in the red chair
Not a bad view!
Not a bad view!

Once we had completed the trail, we headed out of the park and south towards Mabou. On the way, Robyn dosed off and I decided we would be better off getting a bit closer to Pictou, from where the Prince Edward Island ferry departed, so that we had a shorter drive tomorrow. Consequently, we didn’t stay in Mabou as I had planned, but continued on until we reached Port Hastings, at the foot of the Cape Breton peninsula.

Today's wildlife!
Today’s wildlife!
Bear food!
Bear food!

Here, we asked about acccommodation at the Visitor Centre and, after several phone calls, they found us a B&B outside Antigonish, which was a bit further than I had anticipated driving but closer to the ferry.

It took about 3/4 hour to reach the farm, having made a wrong turn or two along the way. Once there, we were greeted by our hosts, Margaret and Hughie, were shown to our room and then it was back into town to find some dinner. We hadn’t eaten since the top of the mountain so even I was getting a bit hungry!

We decided upon a bistro, where the food was excellent, but the service was extremely slow, as there were a couple of large groups as well as a constant flow of people coming in. We found out afterwards from Margaret that the restaurant had an award winning chef and was quite renowned. No wonder it was busy and our most expensive meal yet. We will be living on microwave meals for the rest of the week!

North Rustico (Prince Edward Island/P.E.I.)

3 October

After a very substantial breakfast that kept even Robyn going for a little while, we left the B&B and drove to Caribou and the ferry. We arrived in good time and waited for a while for the ferry to arrive, along with a few coach passengers, truck drivers and other people like us.

Waiting to load onto the ferry
Waiting to load onto the ferry
Ferry arriving in Caribou
Ferry arriving in Caribou
Reading on the top deck
Reading on the top deck

It was a very smooth crossing and 1 1/4 hours later we were disembarking at Wood Islands, having spent the journey on the top deck in the sun, reading. I had booked a motel in North Rustico, but we first drove into Charlottetown, the main town on P.E.I. and had a wander round there. We also had to have lunch as, of course, Robyn was hungry again.

Arriving in Wood Islands
Arriving in Wood Islands
Wood Island harbour
Wood Island harbour

After a delicious sandwich, we wandered a bit more, had a very large ice cream (entitled moosie woosie or squishy wishy or some such name), reputedly the best in Canada, and then drove on to North Rustico, which is on the east(?) coast of P.E.I. in the central part. (I only query this because we followed signs to the west coast, which confused me somewhat!)

A bar in Charlottetown
A bar in Charlottetown

On arrival at the motel, I had a very long conversation with the owner whilst Robyn got quite impatient in the car. However, I discovered that we were in the best part of P.E.I. which is a bit of inadvertent luck, as I had already decided that I didn’t want to drive far and see the whole of the island, which I had also realised was much too large to ‘do’ in a day!

From what we had seen so far, the island is very agricultural and attractive. I suspect, though, that it is very similar throughout the island and you don’t really need to see the whole of it. People we have already spoken to have described it as one big potato field or one giant golf course. There are certainly a lot of pumpkins, judging by the number being sold by the wayside.

Charlotteville port
Charlotteville port
Charlotteville marina
Charlotteville marina

Having checked in, our remaining activities of the day were doing the large pile of washing, going to the supermarket and driving along the coast to see the sunset over the sea, for which we were too late! We did see a couple of foxes though, one of which was quite intent on chasing the car, which I thought was somewhat bizarre behaviour for a fox in a national park.

A fox
A fox

From what I have seen so far, I would be quite happy to spend tomorrow pottering and walking around the village but I expect we will at least go to the Anne of Green Gables house, which appears to be the main tourist attraction.