The above photo was taken by Eric, my best friend and partner. He was trying out a new camera when this storm went by. The photo was taken on our back deck, facing north. If you want to find out where we are, Google map Upper Burlington Nova Scotia, then go north, following the Kennetcook river via North River Road until you get to Walton Backroad. By then, you go back south again – we’re the second house to the left of the road. I told you we were way out there!
(This was my first blog entry some time ago; I’ve now incorporated it into my revived & expanded blog at http://livinginwesthants.info)
Welcome to my blog. For some years now, friends have been asking me to write down about my life in rural Nova Scotia, and now here it is.
You know you live in an out-of-the-way place when:
- you only got high speed internet a few months ago;
- getting take-out means a 18 mile trip – one way;
- when you look in your backyard, there is only bush;
- when a car goes by, you stop and watch;
- when driving, most motorists you meet wave to you.
My husband and I both love it here. We live on a road that follows the Kennetcook river. Upriver, in Kennetcook all through the 1800s and into the 1900s, people used to build hulls for ships that were then floated downriver to Avonport to be finished. These ships sailed all over the world, but most were used either for sailing to England or down to trade in the Caribbean. The Kennetcook is a tidal river, and we have the highest tides in the world – over fifty feet high at times. You can go to the nearby bridge, and watch the river flow towards Minas Basin, and from there to the Bay of Fundy, and then into the Atlantic. Six hours later, the tide’s come in, and the water’s going the other way. This phenomenon is especially fun in winter, when you have huge chunks of ice first going one way, and then streaming upstream hours later.
The people out here are beautiful. The children tend to be shy and are very polite. When you go to town, i.e., Windsor, to run errands, you know you will get to chat with the cashier at the SuperStore, with the bank teller and anyone else you meet. I think because this is such a stable rural area, it’s in our best interest to be nice to each other. But it’s more than that: people here are kindly, they will go out of their way to help their neighbours and friends. You are acknowledged everywhere. With so few inhabitants, we all count.
(This was my first blog entry some time ago; I’ve now incorporated it into my revived & expanded blog)
- Stay The Night: Trout Point Lodge (independent.co.uk)