Dartmouth – Fergy's Rambles.

Strange names and super places.

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.

There’s a hurricane a-comin’.

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.

Leaving the lighthouses, Hello Halifax.

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.

Sailing in history to visit more history.

Contrary to all expectations the first part of this travelogue on my trip to Devon and specifically Lundy Island seems to have been successfully published and so I am going to ride my luck here and go for a second instalment. Continue reading “Sailing in history to visit more history.”