Hello again and welcome back to my regular readers and a warm first-time welcome to those who may have just stumbled upon the site. It is the latest in a series concerning my 2014 trip to the Maritime Provinces of Canada with my dear friend Lynne in a very old campervan / RV which we had named Betsy and was giving slight cause for concern by making some rather odd noises. If you wish to read the story from the start, you can do so here.
If you want to see what we got up to then please read on.
28th July, 2014.
We awoke, as usual none too early as we are both night owls, in the Ponderosa Pines campground and in my way of writing I shall tell you about it now when I went for my not so early morning walk.
OK for a night.
“This is yet another campground it is going to be quite difficult to review as we arrived pretty late in the evening, spent the night and headed off the next day without using any of the facilities except the washrooms.
It has a pleasant situation on the shores of the Bay of Fundy and seems well enough laid out, certainly our three way hookup was OK. For campervans (RVs) they have two and three way sites with 30 or 50 amp electric. For tents they have serviced and unserviced sites. They also offer a private chalet and a more basic camper cabin with the former having a full kitchen and the latter only electric.
The website claims that there is internet access on all RV sites but it was sketchy to say the least. The site also boasts an outdoor pool, various types of craft for hire to use on the water and a play area although we didn’t avail ourselves of any of these. There is the usual small shop and coin operated laundry.
I didn’t go into the office / shop as my friend checked us in so I cannot speak about it but I can speak of the subject that is probably dearest to most campers hearts, that of the washrooms. I have no complaints about the cleanliness but they are, shall we say, a bit compact and spartan. Fortunately I am fairly low-maintenance so it didn’t bother me at all but I can see how others may have found them a little basic.
We spent six weeks on various sites and I would not rank these facilities high on my list of favourites if I was actually compiling such a list. As I indicated in the title of this piece, it was OK for a night but we did stay in a lot better places and for less money, this was one of the more expensive places we stayed although you can get a discount if you are a member of the Good Sam scheme.
Let me now tell you what I wrote about Hillsborough itself.
Plenty to see nearby.
“Hillsborough is a small community of some 1,350 souls situated about midway between Moncton and Fundy National Park on Route 114 in Eastern New Brunswick on the Northeastern extremity of the Bay of Fundy.
I am not going to rewrite the entire history which is excellently set out in the rather comprehensive website here although I shall provide a brief synopsis. Founded in the 1700s and originally named Blanchard’s Village (later renamed in honour of Lord Hillsborough) it was originally settled by French speaking Acadians and subsequently by Germans and was predominantly used for agricultural purposes.
Lumber soon became important but it was the discovery of gypsum in the area in the early 19th century that really put Hillsborough on the map with the first gypsum mill being erected in 1854 which burned down in 1873 as did it’s successor in 1911. The third mill, opened in 1912 was the largest of it’s type in Canada and was in operation until 1980 when it closed.
Nowadays tourism and recreation appear to be the major industries in the area and there are certainly plenty of opportunities for it in this very pleasant part of the world.
If you like museums then you are well served. For a relatively small community they have no less than four – the excellent Albert County Museum just to the South, the New Brunswick Railway Museum in the centre with the Steeves Museum close by and the Johnson Museum a few miles North. I have written pieces about the two former below but we just did not have time to visit the latter two.
When we finally got moving a little after midday we did not travel far before stopping as it was Museum time as mentioned and first off was the Albert County Museum. Here is my original report, written as always for Virtual Tourist where there was a text limitaton on pieces and only five images per page so it may seem a little disjointed in translation but I’ll try my best to make it readable.
Utterly brilliant but apparently underused.
“Whilst heading South on Route 114 one evening on our way to a nearby campsite I had noticed a sign for a museum and glanced over to my right to see if I could see it as we drove past. I saw a few tidy buildings of the wooden construction so common in the Maritime Provinces and although I couldn’t work out which one of them was the Museum I made a mental note that we should stop the next day and find out as we were retracing our steps.
The whole place just looked like one of the delightful small communities I had come to love so much there. I should explain that I love little local museums and this region of Canada seems to do them particularly well as I have noted on various other pages.
Next day we pulled in past an old cannon and an obviously modern stone memorial to someone I didn’t recognise, then parked in the appointed place having noted that the Community Hall looked particularly well cared for which is not unusual hereabouts although the building we had parked beside had obviously seen better days.
We wandered back down to the road to take photos of the cannon and the memorial which turned out to commemorate one R.B. Bennett, a Prime Minister of Canada in the 1930’s and of whom more later. I had never heard of this gentleman as Canadian history is not taught where I come from but he was a local man.
The artillery piece brought back from the First World War which Hillsborough won in a national lottery of all things.
Walking back up the track we decided to go into a place advertising itself as the Silver Jubilee Lodge and Library 1935 although it had some obvious souvenirs in the windows so I though it was a little kitsch souvenir shop in an old building and thought I’d ask where the Museum was although I was a little puzzled by now that I had not seen it.
In we went and it was obviously not just a souvenir shop as there were a couple of young guys there wearng staff T-shirts. The reader is undoubtedly ahead of me here but this was the museum entrance and the whole village was the actual museum. I was slightly taken aback to say the least.
Having paid the very modest entrance fee and had a bit of a general chat with the young men, one of them asked would we like a guided tour, which was included in the price. We agreed although normally I prefer just to wander about and discover things for myself but it turned out to be a really good idea as the guide was utterly superb, although to my shame I cannot now remember his name some months later.
He didn’t rush us at all on a tour of about one and a half hours, answered any of the many questions we had and talked with a genuine passion for the place. The guy was really good.
So what did our excellent guide show us? Everything there was to see apparently and that was a lot, an awful lot as there is so much here and I shall try not to miss anything out. We had the County Records Office, the Carriage House with a beautiful old sleigh and then the Tax Office. Well there are always taxes, aren’t there? You can see the genuine tax returns in old ledgers and one of the things I loved so much about the Museum was that virtually nothing was behind glass or with a “stand behind the rope” prohibition, you really can get close to things and touch some of them, it is very, very real.
Here also is the dreaded taxman, so hated that the Beatles even wrote a song about him. He’s looking a bit pale don’t you think?
If you are wondering about the wall decoration, that is actually made of human hair which I found a little strange but apparently human hair was much prized and never discarded when it came out in a comb or brush. Apparently the favourite use for it was stuffing pin-cushions!
After that we walked the short distance to the Community Hall which had completely fooled me although it turned out it hadn’t really. As well as being part of the Museum it is still used for community functions etc. and is a working building. That really is my kind of Museum.
Being a musician of sorts and having been involved in amateur dramatics years ago I just had to have a peek at the stage as the curtains were drawn. As always, the answer to my request to do so was, “No problem, help yourself” or words to that effect. OK, it was a bit of a cramped stage and I would not have liked to have tried to put a large PA rig and prog rock band in there but I suspect that is not normally on the agenda! A beautiful building and very tastefully restored / maintained.
At this point, having mentioned the quality of the old buildings which are almost exclusively of wooden construction, the entire facility was only relatively recently restored at the cost of well over $1 million, jointly funded by central Government, Provincial Government, local Government, local donations and others. I think it was money very well spent.
Having reluctantly left the Hall and joked with the guide and my friend about playing a gig there our next stop was the Courthouse dated 1904 to replace one lost to fire in 1903 and built to the design of Watson Reid. It is not a large building although pleasant enough from the outside but it is the inside which really impresses, not particularly for the design or for the maintenance of it but for the fact that bar the chandelier (from a local church) everything in there is totally original.
It is interesting to note that originally women were only allowed to sit in the upper gallery unless called as a witness. Also in the images is an interesting thing to find in a Courthouse, don’t you think? I noticed the old treadle sewing machine in the corner of the judge’s robing room. Maybe His Honour did a bit of dressmaking on the side.
The very seats you sit on here you could have been sitting upon in 1907 as a jury member or spectator at the most famous trial and cause celébre in these parts, that of Tom Collins which is where we shall digress next on our journey round this fascinating place.
Collins, an Irishman by birth although raised in England, had served in the British Army in the Boer War and after demob had moved to Canada where he had found various pieces of casual employment and shown himself to be hot-headed and prone to violence. Finding his way to this area, he obtained a job as a handyman for a Roman Catholic priest named Father McAuley who lived with his housekeeper Mary Ann McAuley (a distant relative).
The priest had to be elsewhere about his parochial duties one day and on his return, after some confusion, the body of Mary Ann was found in the woodpit with her throat slashed and a large wound on her head. He also found that his closet doors had been hacked open, apparently by an axe. Collins was also missing.
Without rehashing the whole story here, I would commend the reader to the excellent attached website which has a comprehensive account of the matter. Collins was apprehended “on the road” many miles away and returned to the jail next door to this Courthouse and which will form the next part of our journey round the Museum.
Collins was tried not once but three times for the crime and was first convicted and sentenced to hang which was successfully appealed by his lawyers, then a hung jury (no decision reached and no pun intended) and then a third verdict of guilty with the death penalty again being invoked.
The case actually made Canadian legal history as it was the first time a man had been tried three times for the same offence and also because the Supreme Court had to “justify the Double Jeopardy amendment to the Canadian Criminal Code”.
Tom Collins was hanged on November 15th, 1907 and buried in an unmarked grave in the grounds here although his body was re-interred in a local graveyard in the 1960s. Quite how they found an allegedly unmarked grave decades later is beyond me. He is, and forever will be, the only man to be executed in this small jail.
Again, a place that we could easily have driven past was offering up the most fascinating history. You are shown round the room where all three juries made their decisions and then off to the next place, possibly the jewel in the crown although this particular crown has so many jewels that you don’t really know where to look for the best of them.
Literally a few yards from the Courthouse is the jail where Collins spent the last year of his life and eventually faced it’s end. Undoubtedly there are many other fascinating stories to be told here but his is undoubtedly the most famous. The building is basically a decent sized house (for the time) where the jailer lived upstairs with his family in what looked like reasonable comfort whilst on the ground floor the prisoners lived in what, frankly, didn’t look at all comfortable. If memory serves there were three cells of varying severity depending on the category of prisoner. The one Collins was incarcerated in I really would not have wanted to spend much time in.
For me, there were two points of great interest in the jailhouse. Firstly there was the graffiti which has apparently only been re-discovered during recent renovation after having been covered over since the 1930s and which is now one of the most interesting features of the entire museum but obviously dates back long before that. Tom Collins has scratched his initial here as you can see.
Apart from the usual initials carved in the plaster, wood and anything else, there are poems and even drawings. I am not sure how competent the jailers must have been over the years if prisoners had implements sharp enough to gouge holes in wood. If they can do that then they can gouge holes in the jailer!
The second thing of huge interest, well three things really, were the two closet doors I mentioned in the story of the McAuley murder above which are fairly nonchalantly propped up against a wall whilst the axe allegedly used to do that and also suggested at trial as being that which inflicted the awful wound on Mary Ann’s head is just up on the wall without any glass case or anything. You can get as close as you like to it which is unusual for such an important artefact and I loved that. Incidentally, the hangman’s noose draped over one of the doors is not the original – at least I don’t think it is!
I mentioned above the amount of fascinating graffiti there is in the cells and which is one of the most interesting parts of a generally very interesting Museum. You can make out some examples on the walls here. The walls were not like this during the time the jail was working but the graffiti was discovered
during restoration work in 2008 and it was decided to leave it exposed. It also gives a good idea of the lath and plaster construction of the building.
At this point I thought we must have been nearly done, saving the best for last and all that, but not a bit of it. There was still more to see and so off we went again. I should add that it is not a huge hike between places, we are talking yards, and the next port of call was the Exhibition Hall.
Well it is called an Exhibition Hall but it is effectively a huge barn stuffed to the rafters with the most eclectic collection of fascinating things from all periods and, again, all totally unencased. I could have spent hours in there. The guide then explained that we had reached the end of the tour but we were more than welcome to look around at our leisure by ourselves.
We went to have a look at the R.B. Bennett Commemorative Centre which deals with the life of the man who was Prime Ministrer of Canada between 1930 and 1935 which was unfortunate timing as the Great Depression was biting hard then. He brought in a package of legislation collectively known as the New Deal which encouraged public works, set up work camps and various different measures to try to mitigate the effects of the crisis.
Other legislation passed during his term of office included the Act which established Canada as a country in her own right and not a colony of Britain and also the establishment of the Bank of Canada. The whole Centre is interactive and very interesting especially as I had never heard of the man before. Admission is included in the ticket price.
To explain the title of this piece I should explain that we visited in late July at the height of what is the tourist season and we didn’t see another visitor in the two hours or so we were there. I have seen much less impressive “attractions” all over the world with tour buses lined up outside and this place really deserves that level of business. Admittedly, it was a weekday and perhaps things pick up at the weekend.
The Museum is seasonal from May long weekend to September 30th and is open 7 Days a Week and photography is allowed throughout the Museum.”
Ater we left we did not have far to go until out next stop, would you believe it, another railway museum and you know what I am like about them!
All aboard for the Railway Museum.
After the excellent Albert County Museum where Lynne and I had spent a thoroughly enjoyable couple of hours we decided we had better push on a bit as we had only come a few miles from the previous night’s campsite. Well, that was the plan anyway but as the Scottish poet Burns once wrote, “The best laid plans of mice and men gang aft agley”.
We couldn’t have gone more than about five or six miles and I was getting nicely settled in the front seat of the campervan (RV) and thinking the day could not get much better when it just got a whole lot better as I spied a sign for the New Brunswick Railway Museum. At that point poor Lynne knew resistance was futile and pulled in as she knows what a railway nut I am. Bless her, she really is good to travel with.
We came first to the office which is situated in the former Hillsborough Station and paid another modest entrance fee (museums are noe expensive in the Maritimes), had a chat with the very friendly volunteer on duty, looked round the small gift shop and the few exhibits they have in there (there are many more in other buildings on the site) before heading out into the yard to have a look at the real stars of the show, the locomotives and rolling stock.
The attached website gives a full inventory of the collection although I shall describe a few of my particular favourites here.
The one thing you simply cannot miss is the double-ended snowplough which dominates the view as it is massive. There is apparently no prohibition about going into rolling stock or climbing up on locos and so I naturally clambered up on top of it and got a great view over the whole site. It really is some piece of kit. I know they get some brutal winters on the Eastern seaboard of Canada with heavy snowfalls but I reckon this could handle just about anything.
Another impressive piece of permanent way equipment is the 100-ton steam crane ex-CPR 414324 which, like the snowplough, looks capable of doing fairly heavy work. If you are looking for an all purpose wagon then look no further than that which is described as the Jordan Spreader ex-CNR 51040 built in Indiana in the USA. Well, it is a spreader but can also serve as a flanger, scraper, bank builder and snow-plough and that’s what I call useful even if I don’t understand half of it.
One exhiibt I realy liked was the caboose wagon. Actually there are two but only one is accessible, ex-CNR 78727. If you don’t know what a caboose is, it is a wagon attached to the rear of a freight train and serves as quarters for various workers required to man the train. It has a full galley, seats, toilet and even bunks but the best thing is the observation tower where one of the crew would have sat to look out and check for moving freight etc. The view must have been wonderful as you were rolling along.
There are plenty of passenger cars to look at including ex-CNR 78727 an old Pullman sleeper dating to 1911 and which has seen service as both a troop train and also an immigrant train carrying newly arrived immigrants from the Halifax entry point (Pier 21 which I have written about in a previous post) to all points in Canada. I wonder what the people riding it were thinking as they came to start a new life in a new country. It certainly looked to have been a comfortable enough start to their adventure.
Also worth seeing is the rather luxurious and beautifully restored carriage, complete with smoking room which is also over 100 years old. When I say luxurious, I am not joking as the toilet fittings are solid brass, the water storage tank is copper and even the toilet seat is solid mahogony! Note the beautiful stained glass windows which are original.
Naturally all this rolling stock is no use at all if you don’t have something to haul it and there are some locomotives on display but regrettably not as many as there should be due to an arson attack some years ago which seriously damaged the engine shed and destroyed or damaged much of the collection. What an appalling and wanton act of vandalism.
Of course not everyone can afford first class and there are plenty of carriages for transporting the likes of me. Again some are locked up but there are several you can go and wander around or even have a sit down if all the sightseeing has tired you out. That is one great advantage of a railway museum over other types of museum, you are never short of a seat.
Again it seems to be OK to climb about on the locos that are open and I must confess to having had a bit of a play at being an engine driver. I know, I know, a man of my age playing Casey Jones but you just never grow out of it.
There are several sheds with smaller artefacts in them like hand propelled one man wagons, permanent way gang vehicles, signs, signalling gear, documents, photos and just about anything else railway related you can think of.
An old goods wagon that is now used to house a couple of model railway layouts.
There is one slightly incongruous sight here and I am not sure if it is part of the Museum or just happens to be adjacent to it but someone has “parked” an old Canadian Air Force jet fighter there. I have no idea what that is all about.
The website mentions that most visitors take a little over an hour to visit but needless to say, we took far longer than that. Having had my railway fix for the day we took our leave of this excellent Museum and eventually managed to get back on the road.
Again, the Museum is seasonal, open from late June until the end of August daily from 0930 – 1730. It may be open at the weekends in shoulder season but you should always check ahead.”
You would think that after the two lengthy museum stops we would have been trying to put a bit of distance behind us but not a bit of it. We got as far as Moncton, which must be a whole 20 miles from where we had started and here are my notes on the town and what happened.
A good place for a beer.
“If you don’t know me, the title of this page may seem a little odd but to those that do know me it will make absolute sense! Allow me to explain.
On this particular day I had dragged poor Lynne round two excellent museums in nearby Hillsborough before we had even had lunch and we still had a bit to drive to the campsite and as she was doing all the driving she thought it wise to have a bit of a doze before carrying on so as not to fall asleep at the wheel. Very wise.
We found a place to park up and when she went for her dozette I sallied forth in search of a beer or three and that is literally all I did in Moncton. I had a few beers before returning to the RV at the appointed hour and wake her so we could carry on therefore my Moncton section is going to be a bit sparse to say the least.
Moncton is obviously a regional centre and seemed busy enough even on what became a rather dismal afternoon albeit it was late July.
Do some overtime here.
“I mentioned above that I was just having a look round for a couple of hours and have a few beers and this was the first place I came upon and so in I went. I quite like sports bars and this was very typical of the type with various sports memorabilia on the walls, assorted sports channels on the numerous large screen TVs and a selection of bar food on offer. This includes a daily special of wings and beer as shown in one of the images here.
The bartender was friendly and the beer well-kept and served. The toilets were perfectly acceptable and there is an outdoor seating area to the front, although the weather really wasn’t that good the day I was there and so I gave that a miss.
The only thing that slightly surprised me was that on a weekday afternoon at about five o’clock the place was just about deserted although I did have a bit of a conversation with the only other patron before he left. I do hope the two facts are not connected!
There is really little else I can tell you about the Overtime other than it is a decent sports bar and a pleasant enough place for a drink.
I do like to keep my writings as up to date as possible and as far I can see this establishment has changed hands / names at least four times since I visited in 2014 and as of 2019 was up for sale yet again. I don’t think I’ll be buying it on that track record.
Just across the road was the second watering-hole of the afternoon.
Was I really in Dublin?
“Whilst wandering round Moncton one afternoon looking for a beer or two I came upon the St. James’ Gate pub which actually is a restaurant attached to a boutique hotel upstairs. For those of you who don’t know, St. James’ Gate is the location of the Guinness Brewery in Dublin, Ireland so I had half an idea what the theme was going to be.
In fairness, it wasn’t as awfully faux Irish as many of these places tend to be and was a pleasant enough bar but obviously pretty posh and also near enough empty after work on a summer weekday afternoon which surprised me. I just seemed to visit a succession of empty bars in the Maritimes, regardless of day or time.
I ordered my beer from the very civil barman and had a look round, noting that there is live entertainment here on a regular basis. The beer was well-kept and served so no complaints there and the toilets were immaculate as you would expect in a place like this.
There is an outside area to the front and there were afew hardy souls there although, even in late July, I didn’t think the weather was really conducive to al fresco drinking. St. James’ Gate describes itself as “Premium Casual Dining” and I suspect that is what it is, a restaurant where you can have a drink if you like. I can certainly have no complaints about this venue but it just wasn’t really my kind of place and time was pressing so I made the one beer do me and headed off in search of somewhere that was a bit more “me”. I soon found it.
Yet another Irish pub.
“I have mentioned above that I only spent a few hours in Moncton and went on a mini pub crawl to kill a bit of time whilst Lynne had a nap. This was the third of the three establishments I visited and on balance was probably my favourite even though I am generally not a fan of “Oirish” pubs as I find them completely false and nothing like I remember from my 28 years of living there with visits back to see my family now.
The Old Triangle is part of a small regional chain with outlets in Halifax, Charlottetown and Sydney. If you are wondering about the name, it comes from an Irish song of the same title which features in the Brendan Behan play “The Quare Fellow” and has been covered by just about every Irish singer since notably the late Ronnie Drew of the Dubliners. Back, however, to the pub.
Like the previous two I was amazed to find that just after the end of office hours on a summer weekday I had the place near enough completely to myself, if memory serves there were either two or three others in there. I suspect Canadians must just not go out for a drink after work as this seemed to be the case just about everywhere I went.
The pub itself was nicely decked out and the barman naturally served me very promptly, well he had nothing else to do! The beer was well-kept and poured and I had a bit of a chat with the him and had a look at the pretty extensive menu which is also Irish themed.
I also noticed a small stage in the corner and it appears that there is regular music there (no cover charge) with Irish and Acadian Seisuns on Saturday and Sunday evening between either 1500 – 1800 or 1600 – 1900. A seisun is basically a music event where anyone can turn up and play. I do a lot of them and I was a bit sad that it was not a weekend as I had a guitar in the campervan (RV).
Time, as always, is the enemy of the drinking man and all too soon it was time for me to leave but I have no hesitation in recommending the Old Triangle, it is a lovely place for a drink.”
I went back and woke Lynne up for the final leg of the journey to the campground she had chosen for the evening but of course it was not quite that simple. We were heading for Amherst which is actually just into Nova Scotia, Cumberland County to be exact, so that was the end of our very quick run across New Brunswick.
What I remember most vividly about the drive to Amherst is wind turbines, hundreds of them blighting the landscape as they increasingly are all over the planet. I am all in favour of renewable energy as we just cannot go on the way we are going but there most be less environmentally intrusive ways of doing it than this.
We made it to Amherst with Betsy making incresingly strange and worrying noises and here is what I wrote about the town and what we did.
The last flying visit.
“Amherst was our last night’s stop and as such my memories of it are tinged with a little sadness although that is not the fault of the place itself.
In truth, I can tell you very little about Amherst as we only stopped there for a short while, had a couple of drinks before driving to an excellent campsite on the outskirts from where we continued driving the next morning.
A little internet research yields the information that it is the largest town in Cumberland County although with a population of 9500 it is hardly huge. Whilst relatively small it has quite an impressive history and no less than four of the Fathers of Confederation came from here, including Sir Charles Tupper, the sixth Prime Minister of Canada.
Another interesting little piece of trivia is that the Russian revolutionary Leon Trotsky was briefly incarcerated in a prisoner of war camp here towards the end of the First World War.
Amherst looked clean and tidy enough on my brief observation of it but my piece here is going to be as sparse as the settlement is populated I am afraid.
“We had decided to stop off for a drink in Amherst before heading to the outskirts and our campsite for the night and the first pub we found was the Elmtree Tavern which is very close to the railway station if you are looking for it. The neon sign was on and so in we went to find one guy sitting at the bar of a pretty large establishment. It transpired he was the barman and was the only person we saw in the place the whole time we were there which gives rise to the title of this piece.
This was a midweek summer early evening and I know that pubs where I come from would have been busy at such a time. I have mentioned it on other posts here but I still have not worked out the Canadian style of drinking, whether they only go out at the weekend or come out later in the evening or whatever else.
I had noticed a sign outside announcing draught for $2:50 “all day, all night” and that is a good price so I went for that. The beer was cold and well-kept. Lynne had her usual Virgin Caesar as she was driving and is sensible enough not to drink and drive.
As is my wont, I took myself round the premises for a bit of a look and found them to be very clean, tidy and pleasant so the setting cannot be the reason for the lack of clientele. The toilets were also spotless, presumably because there was nobody there to use them!
There was an emphasis on advertising food with plenty of special deals on and they seem to particularly promote their wing nights.
We sat for a while and chatted with the barman who was charming but I really cannot be sitting in a totally empty bar and so, after a couple of beers we decided to go and see if we could find somewhere a bit busier. I can find no fault with the Elmtree and it would be a great place for a drink if only there were some people in it.
A decent pub from a decent chain.
“I have mentioned above that we had left the pleasant Elmtree Tavern not because there was anything at all wrong with it but purely because there were precisely no people in it and I don’t like sitting in a completely empty pub. We headed across the road to Dooly’s to see if it would be any livelier and it proved to be but not by much with less than half a dozen people in there.
Dooly’s is part of a chain, which then had 61 outlets across Canada and I had drunk in them before so knew what to expect. They are effectively pool bars which do a limited range of food of the bar snacks variety and show sports on large screen TVs. Simple concept but they do it rather well and are always a reasonable bet.
Whilst pool bars in the UK tend to get a bit of a reputation as being rough houses this is certainly not the case here. The Amherst branch was no different to the usual. It was clean and tidy, service was efficient, the beer well-kept and served and the toilets were fine.
We had to be getting on and so a couple of beers sufficed and off we went. I can tell you little else about the place other than I could recommend it to you.
I just couldn’t resist yet another image of Betsy, isn’t she beautiful?
We finally made it to the Loch Lomond RV Park pretty late and so I shall tell you about it in the next post when I have a look round in the morning.
In the next instalment we set out for our “base” at Lynne’s Father’s place in New Minas and one of the most distressing things that ever happened to me happened then. If you want to know what it is then stay tuned and spread the word.