I can’t recall if I’ve shared a picture of the ferry that connects Long Island, NS with the mainland.
I bring this up because we’re heading across Petite Passage today to run a few errands. There has been talk over the years about building a bridge to the mainland because the distance isn’t that great. A bridge would certainly change life for the island’s inhabitants. And I can say, after living here for the past six months, that a bridge would be fabulous. Organizing one’s life around the ferry schedule is a royal pain in the arse. If you miss the boat you wait an hour. Not fun. Makes for some rushed mornings. And some lead feet on the drive coming the other way.
But at the same time, having to take a ferry to get here makes this place special and I’d hate to see that changed. Of course, I’m speaking as a short-term temporary resident so I don’t have a dog in this race.
In other news, the men and women lobster fishers are gearing up for the start of the lobster season in this area of the province. “Dumping Day”, the day the first traps are dumped in the ocean, is next Monday. We’ve been watching trailer loads of traps heading up the road to the wharves to be loaded on the boats.
Do you eat lobster?
Monday the 13th. Oh boy, better watch out for—well, it’s Monday. The start of the workweek with the weekend naught but a fond memory.
The highlight of my weekend, aside from Hubby cooking yummy suppers on Saturday and Sunday per usual, was the monthly firemen’s breakfast up at the Hall. A feast fit for a queen cooked by our local volunteer firefighters. Scrambled eggs, bacon (nice and crispy as it should be), sausages, fried bologna, hash browns, baked beans, and French toast. With regular toast too if you still have room. Along with coffee, tea, and fruit juice. Scrumptious. A community breakfast is also a good chance to catch up on the local news. Like the sightings of the coyote up at the lighthouse. Hubby carries a stout stick on his walks now.
Happy Sadie Hawkins Day! Your one opportunity this year, ladies, to propose to the man of your dreams.
Full moon tomorrow – Beaver Moon - so called because, in years past, November is the time to set traps to ensure plenty of cozy beaver pelts for the coming winter.
I’ve enjoyed being a tourist in my own back yard whilst staying at Mum’s summer house. Even though I’ve been visiting Tiverton throughout my entire life, I’ve not explored some of the area for so long I have no recollection of ever being there. Case in point, Sandy Cove.
We stopped on the way to the ferry to fill time since we were ten minutes late for the 1:30 ferry and fifty minutes early for the 2:30 ferry. Oh, the joys of living on an island. We spent about 20 minutes walking the beach. Hubby took photos, and I searched for and found sea glass.
After driving down to the cove, wandering around, and retracing our steps to the highway, I had to drive somewhat - ah - briskly to make the ferry, hehe. Oh, the joys of island living.
Have you played tourist in your hometown?