trippin' to Mahone Bay

 

As I mentioned the other day, we were fitting in another adventure on a fine Saturday, with intentions of making it down to the sea. This is a snippet of our day away.

 

Stopping at several yard sales chewed up a lot of our afternoon. This lovely peachy barn sat across the street from one, not far from the sea. In fact I think it was in Chester Grant.

 

Barn door

We stopped at an old time fish and chips diner, but never went in

 because the view and the seagulls seemed infinitely more interesting.

This bird was very calm, probably hoping for a potato fry

So calm that she started grooming

 

A funky shot from my slow exposure

 

Ready for take-off

 

After a big feed of fries, the birds hung out waiting for more

I felt sad for them. Someone ought to bring them some fish if anything.

Still it made for some fine photo "ops"

This girl so similar to the first one I photographed

but her eye colour and beak are different. (At least I think it's a girl.)

There were many gulls about

 

but my girl and I kept finding each other

 

Mahone Bay has got to be the prettiest fishing village of all.

This is the view of where we drove into town.

 

from the opposite side of this little channel

 

 

The bay is more likely to be filled with sailboats and recreation boats than fishing boats

 

as this beautiful town has become a quintessential tourist destination.

 

Retirees must come up with discreet ways of discouraging confused shoppers.

I was quite taken with how closely this jade coloured car came to matching the mint house.

 

an unusual fence

 

While there were many pretty shops and houses

I'm always taken with what I would call local folk art;

the unintentional charm of handmade signs

 

Just down the street some excavators took out an old building

and found some dangerous artifacts to share with passers by.

They also managed to save a fabulously huge elm

 

As one nears the end of town, real life takes over,

the world of the local people and their working boats

 

My eye always wanders to some wonderful "artifacts", just taken for granted.

This is much larger and heavier than it looks so we didn't wander off with it.

 

Our day didn't end here. I'll have more vignettes to share another day.

A happy Solstice as we officially slip into Fall.

 

fishing town tours

 

Oh, once it's in your blood, watch out! 

The Travel Bug!

 

Last Saturday we went to Harbourville 

where I gathered large scallop shells for my sister-in-law

while Wally took picture from the safety of the wharf

Then, on Sunday, after the morning with the deer (see last post)

we ran away to Margaretville, an old fishing town on the Bay of Fundy.

 

There's always going to be someone with a funky style of decorating.

These old buoys hanging from a tree like lanterns made me wonder

 if they weren't actually wired to light up.

 

An old house, probably a fisherman's once.

More old houses,

 

reshingled and dressed up, now that there is some tourism here

 

The turn toward the wharf

 

and along the road, asters amid the rose hips

 

worth a closer shot

 

The wharf on a Sunday

 

The damage and lack of boats suggested a lack of fishermen here

The view of the shore coming awfully close to the church,

the creeks spilling out of the cliffs

The old timbers of the damaged wharf

 

The Margaretville Lighthouse

 

It seems to sit on private land

 

as there was no road leading to it.

So we ate our picnic lunch in the spray at a picnic table and enjoyed the view.

 

This deceptively low house was really the top floor of a two storey house

a shed being reclaimed by nature

The post office

 

a charming cottage appeared to be the manse to the church next door

 

I call this Mint Gables

And here is my brother-in-law helping Wally to turn back along the lonely road to Morden that we gave up on, so badly rutted from the rain.

The view of the Annapolis Valley as we came back into "civilization".

 

I am hustling to post these pictures on a Friday evening because I'm hoping to have another run-away day tomorrow in which I'll have more fun pictures to share with you.

 

A weekend in September... the traditional time of my parents' holidays, when we'd run off to Algonquin Park and commune with nature. Surely the sweetest time of year.

 

I hope you enjoy the weekend my dears .