Hello again to everyone and thanks for checking out this latest in my series of posts about my 2014 trip to the Maritime Provinces of Nova Scotia with my dear friend Lynne in a very old campervan / RV called Betsy who was rapidly becoming a very dear friend as well. If you wish to read the whole story from the beginning, you can do so here.
Apart from being very cosy Betsy had stood up remarkably well to Hurricane Arthur despite her great age and structural frailty in light of the fact that we had jerry-rigged her together to make her habitable.
Hurricane Arthur was like a politician, big on noise and wind and short on substance although there were serious problems with the power grid over large swathes of Nova Scotia and New Brunswick. Arthur had prompted us to stay in the Halifax Regional Municipality perhaps longer than we would otherwise have done but we had certainly not run out of things to see and do as I hope my previous posts have shown, but now it was time to get moving again.
If you want to see where we go then please read on.
Continue reading “Strange names and super places.”
Hello once again and welcome to the latest in a series of posts concerning my Summer 2014 trip to the Maritime Provinces of Canada where I was on a road trip with my dear friend Lynne in a 33-year-old campervan which we called Betsy for some reason. It’s as good a name as any I suppose.
As usual I will start by saying that if you want to read the story from the beginning, then you can do so here.
Regular readers will know that when I left you last time we were in the excellent Shubie Campground in Dartmouth which is part of the Halifax Regional Municipality (what a mouthful) and had enjoyed a wonderful day of sightseeing in that fine city but we knew there was still much more to see and so another day was called for there.
If you’d like to see what we got up to then please read on.
Continue reading “Hanging out in Halifax (2).”
Hello once again and welcome as always to this next post in the series about my 2014 “Summer” trip to the Maritime Provinces of Nova Scotia, New Brunswick and Prince Edward Island in Canada.
I was in a campervan / RV called Betsy who was a venerable 33 years old with my dear friend Lynne and it is more than my life is worth to tell you how old she is! Shall we just say, she is considerably younger than me, aren’t I a lucky boy? Actually I am as it was a superb trip, one of the best I have ever had.
If you are new to my blog, firstly you are very welcome and I thank you for reading this and secondly, if you want to know the story of this particular “ramble” from the beginning then you can do so here.
Regular readers will know that we had gone to bed in the early hours of the 5th July in the knowledge that we were directly in the path of the rapidly approaching Hurricane Arthur and if you wish to know what happened next then please read on.
Continue reading “Stormy seas and superb seafood.”
Hello again everyone and welcome to this post, one of a series about a 2014 trip to the Maritime Provinces of Canada which consisted mostly of a road trip with my dear friend Lynne in Betsy, the very old but extremely loveable campervan / RV. As always I shall start off by informing the reader that if they wish to read the entire story they can begin it here.
If you have read the post before you will know that the previous evening we had attended the excellent military tattoo in Halifax, Nova Scotia and had consumed perhaps a little too much alcohol afterwards so we did not rise too early on the morning of the 3rd of July. If you want to know what happened next (or didn’t) then please read on.
Continue reading “There’s a hurricane a-comin’.”
Good day to you dear reader, whether you be here for the first time or are one of regular band of readers / correspondents who for some inexplicable reason keep reading my ramblings about my ramblings.
The particular rambling in this post concerns a ramble (enough rambling – Ed.) I had in the Maritime States of Canada in 2014 with my dear friend Lynne in a 33-year-old campervan / RV that we had rather whimsically named Betsy. If you wish to read the whole story from the beginning, which I find useful in most things, then you may do so here.
If you are all caught up you will know that on the evening of the 1st of July we had driven up from Lunenburg to the Nova Scotian capital of Halifax and then proceeded to drive straight through it without stopping, which seems an odd thing to do. The reason was that we were staying just across the Sound in Dartmouth at the very pleasant Shubie Campground which we were going to use as a base for a couple of days so if you want to see what happened next then please read on.
Continue reading “A brilliant night out.”
Hello once again and welcome to the latest edition of my trip to the Maritime Provinces of Canada in Summer 2014 with my dear friend Lynne in Betsy, the 33-year-old camper van. Betsy was a bit poorly at this stage as regular readers will know from the previous post. If you want to know the whole story from the start, you can do so here.
Yes indeed, poor old Betsy was a sickly lady, having gone suddenly nearly blind the night before by which I mean her headlights had conked out and we had been forced to retreat back to the Lunenburg Municipal Campground we thought we had left behind that morning. This in itself was no hardship as it is an excellent site as I have been happy to report before but we needed to get things sorted as we had crawled the seven miles back from Mahone Bay on sidelights with the combined output of three candles!
If you want to know what happened next then please read on.
Continue reading “Leaving the lighthouses, Hello Halifax.”
Hello once again everyone and welcome to my series of posts referring to a 2014 trip round the Maritime Provinces in Canada with my dear friend Lynne in a very old campervan / RV called Betsy.
Regular readers will know that we had spent the previous day doing lots of nothing which seems like a bit if a sin in the UNESCO World Heritage Site of Lunenburg, Nova Scotia, which is where we were but it was obviously what we wanted to do so we did it. I know it is not a travel style that suits everyone, sometimes not even Lynne if truth be told, but we seemed to be getting on all right with it.
Our brief wanders around town, coupled with the very informative literature from the Visitor Information Centre, which was conveniently on the campsite, showed us that there was a lot to see here so we determined to have a day of being full-bore tourists. Ladies and gentlemen, in the previous post I promised you a busy post here and that is what you shall have. If you would like to know what we did then please read on.
As always, fair warning, this really is a long one so take whatever safety measures you need to protect yourself against one of my lengthier rambles!
Continue reading “Lovely, lovely Lunenburg (2).”
Good day to you and my usual welcome to the latest offering in my series about my 2014 trip to the Maritime Provinces which, should you so wish, you can read from the start here. I was having a great time rambling about with my dear friend Lynne in a 33-year-old campervan / RV which we had named Betsy.
I could not believe that I awoke on the morning of the 28th June in the Lunenburg Municipal campground but that is what happened. I was finding it hard to believe that we had only been on the road for eight nights as we had already seen and done so much it seemed like it must be longer. We had already decided to stay here again that night so if you want to discover what happened then please read on.
Continue reading “Lovely, lovely Lunenburg (1).”
Welcome once again to the latest instalment in the story of my trip round the Maritime Provinces of Canada in summer 2014 in an ancient campervan called Betsy with my dear friend Lynne. If you wish to read it from the start, here is a link for you.
If you have read my previous ramblings you will know that we had spent the 26th June driving in fairly torrential rain and retreating earlier than was our habit to the Lockeport Cottages and Campground in Nova Scotia, then spending the night listening to the afore-mention rain beating on the roof of the van.
A look out the window next morning made me regret not packing Wellington boots as the site resembled a small lake. If you want to find out what happened next, please read on.
Continue reading “I’m loving the Lighthouse Route.”
Hello there and welcome to the latest in my series concerning a trip I had in summer 2014 with my dear friend Lynne in a very, very old campervan called Betsy. If you want to read the whole story from the beginning you can do so here. If you don’t want to or already have then please read on of you want to find out what happens.
Continue reading “A market, magistrates and murk.”