Walks and Walking – Fergy's Rambles.

Lock-down Diaries #17.

Hello again one and all and welcome to what is my 17th Lock-down Diary and exactly two months since I posted my last one although I have frankly very little to report. I have spent those two months effectively doing nothing bar complete a fairly large series of posts about a 2014 trip to Canada.

If you have not read some or all of it I shall not put you through the hassle of scrolling back 37 posts (yes, it was that long) so if you want to read the whole piece from the beginning you can do so here. If you want to know about the little which has actually happened to me then please read on.

Confederation, cows, Celts and cannons.

Hello again everyone and welcome to my latest post in the current series. For readers who are new either to the series or my blog as a whole, greetings and should you wish to read the former from the beginning you may do so here. Briefly, it concerns a 2014 six week road-trip in Betsy, a very old campervan / RV which we had vaguely re-fitted ourselves, with my dear friend Lynne.

Regular readers will know that last time I left you with us in a campground in Cornwall which is a few miles out of Charlottetown,the capital of Prince Edward Island, the smallest Canadian Province by some distance.

I had promised you another look at that beautiful city so if you want to join us then please read on.

Campbell’s Cove to Charlottetown.

Hello once again and my usual warm welcome to readers both old and new. Having made one of my infrequent trip to visit my stats I find that I have garnered a new reader from Trinidsad and Tobago, which I know translates as Holy Trinity and tobacco of all things so welcome to you Mr. / Mrs or Miss T&T.

At my age I still find it amazing that people from all over the globe read these idiotic musings of mine, it certainly is a matter for cosideration that people from places I will never see have seen fit to read about my various rambles around the world. It is a humbling experience.

Back now to my latest little excursion on this blog and my trip round the Maritime Provinces of Canada which you can read about from the beginning here.

I was in an aged campervan / RV which we had decided to call Betsy, in company with my dear Canadian friend Lynne, in the rather chaotic summer of 2014 where we had already survived an unseasonally hurricane and the weather was much less than brilliant so if you want to know what happens next, please read on.

Fog, more fog and fabulous fun.

Welcome everyone to the latest instalment of the rather lengthy tale of my six week ramble through the Maritime Provinces of Canada with my dear friend Lynne in Betsy the 33-year-old campervan / RV. She was making the occasional odd noise, her lights had gone out once and it was touch and go whether she would last the course. I am referring to Betsy obviously!

If you want to read the whole tale from the beginning you can do so here.

Regular readers will know that I had left you in the previous post having had a day’s sightseeing round the town of Louisbourg on Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia and if you want to see what happens next then please read on.

A lighthouse, a let-down and Louisbourg licencing laws.

Hello again everyone and welcome to another post in the series concerning my 2014 road trip round the Maritime Provinces of Canada which you can read from the beginning here.

My dear friend Lynne and I were in a very old campervan / RV called Betsy who was holding up fairly well, despite us having more or less completely re-fitted her to make her roadworthy before we began. It was all a bit of an adventure really but it was going well and in the previous post Betsy had carried us as far as Louisbourg and specifically the Louisbourg Motorhome RV Park and Campground. If you want to find out what happens next then please read on.

I wish I was in Sherbrooke now (2).

Welcome everybody once more to this instalment in a series concerning my 2014 trip to the Maritime Provinces of Canada which consisted predominantly of a road-trip with my dear friend Lynne in a fairly frail old campervan / RV which we had named Betsy. If you wish to read the story in it’s entirety, you may begin it here.

If you have read through I thank you and you will know that we had spent the previous afternoon exploring the wonderful Sherbrooke Village Museum, a “living museum” in Guysborough County, Nova Scotia. We had plans to have another full day as there is just so much to see and a late start had meant that we had only scratched the surface.

If you wish to join us for a look round and to find out what we did afterwards the please read on.

I wish I was in Sherbrooke now (1).

Good day to one and all and welcome once again to another episode in my series about a wonderul 2014 trip in an old campervan / RV called Betsy with my dear friend Lynne where we were travelling round the Canadian Provinces of Nova Scotia, New Brunswick (briefly) and Prince Edward Island. If you wish to read the story of the whole trip from the beginning, you can do so here.

As I spoke about in the previous post, we had not got to bed until some ridiculous hour in the morning, our respective sleep disorders having obviously had a chat to each other and decided to attack us on a twin front. The result of all this was that we did not wake up until early afternoon but we still managed to have an absolutely brilliant day.

If you want to find out about it, then please read on but fair warning as always, this is a busy day and a long post!

Hanging out in Halifax (2).

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.

Lovely, lovely Lunenburg (2).

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!

Lovely, lovely Lunenburg (1).

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.