In my haste to get yesterday’s blog post published, I omitted a few photos that might have been of interest.
Right. Breakfast was the same strange experience as yesterday as there didn’t really appear to be any alternative.
We were so taken by Prince Edward Island yesterday that we decided to favour it with another visit, as we had plenty of time before arriving at our next destination and it was (sort of) on the way.
Back across this incredible bridge, but this time we made it a mission to get a side-on picture. I think we succeeded. You decide.
There are three “official” drives around the island – one west, one middle and one east. The middle one was the shortest – a mere 157 miles! The eastern drive was 295 miles – it’s a pretty big island.
Whilst acknowledging we didn’t have a lot of time, we thought we’d try and do as much of the central drive as we could.
Jean discovered a very useful entry online, which guided us for what little we could actually do of this drive. Apologies for the adverts.
This was written for the drive being anticlockwise. As we were doing it clockwise, it took some brow-furrowing to work out what was best to see and what to skip.
After the bridge, our first stop was Kensington, not particularly noteworthy in its own right, but had an interesting ex-railway station which was now a (closed) pub. An excellent café juxtaposed for a quick coffee and scone.
We were heading towards the north of the island on this leg, amid constant references to the book “Anne of Green Gables” by Laura Maud Montgomery. I have heard of this book, and there is even a film of the same name, but I know absolutely nothing about it. It seems to be about this neck of the woods. Museums and everyfink. If we’d had more time, we would have stopped to learn more, but we had to move on.
Next was French River, with some lovely views.
We pressed on eastwards across the north coast through the PEI National Park to the site of the New London lighthouse.
Lots of dunes, a disused lighthouse and a nice beach, but not a lot else.
We passed through a rather touristy town called Cavendish, heading to North Rustico, where there was supposed to be a nice harbour and fishing village.
All quite attractive, but we couldn’t find the fishing village bit. Rather frustrating, but at this point we had to head to our next port of call, the Fox Harb’r (yes, the apostrophe is intended) resort in Nova Scotia.
So, a quick blast across this lovely island (Jean wants to live here 😉) and back across the Confederation Bridge. It would have been really nice to have spent a week looking around PEI in more detail, but of course you don’t know that until you visit a place.
A most interesting drive ensued in rural New Brunswick, but at some point, without any ceremony or notification, we crossed into Nova Scotia. This got even more rural, with twisty roads and some dodgy cambers and surfaces, but very little traffic, serene and peaceful. Super. Really enjoyed it. So much space!
Arrived at the resort, and turned into this extraordinarily lavish place. More photos tomorrow, but we had to announce our presence before the gates ponderously opened to admit us.
It was at least a half-mile drive to Reception through a gobsmacking golf course. We checked in with a sense of unreality, but yes, we were expected. Wow!
Got the formalities done and drove to our room. The resort is arranged with “houses” , each containing suites of various types.
Somewhat dazed, we got to the right place. We haven’t taken pictures of our rooms very often on this trip, but this deserved some attention. Amazing.
There are two onsite restaurants, one casual, the other fine dining. We walked to the building housing both of these, which was quite a way, and on entering, a gent offered to assist, casting a disapproving look at my shorts. We explained that we were here for the casual dining option downstairs, at which point he relaxed. We booked the fine dining option for tomorrow night, but I must wear “long pants”. Oh, OK. Will do….
Excellent meal in what is basically an upmarket pub bar. Jean had a lobster roll, a speciality in these parts, and enjoyed it. I had a burger and fries. Spot-on, and not ruinously expensive. Great, if over-chatty, service, too.
Back to our suite to enjoy the space. For the first time in quite a while, I unpacked my whole suitcase!
There actually appears to be a lot to do in the resort, but at this point our intention tomorrow is to have a look around and get more of a feel for this huge place. A very nice change to have such unexpected luxury and a real chance to relax.
I imagine tomorrow’s post will be a lot shorter as a result. Sighs of relief all round, I’m sure!
See you tomorrow.