Port Williams is a small village that doesn’t know it’s small. According to Wikipedia,the population hovers around 1,100. The area was initially populated by Mi’kmaq, Acadians, and Planters-the Acadian influence evident by the nearby dykes.
The village perches on the northern shore of the Cornwallis River-named after Edward Cornwallis, first governor of Nova Scotia. In the days of sail, the Cornwallis served as a very busy waterway, bringing ships into the port to be loaded with local goods destined for faraway places such as Great Britain. In fact,the village website proclaims Port Williams to be” The Biggest Little Port in the World”.
I recently spend an afternoon exploring and it really wasn’t enough time. Although Port Williams has parks and dykes and churches and museums and cycling routes to explore, I must confess..on this day, I visited none of those places.
I came to eat and drink.
Fox Hill Cheese House is a 6th generation family farm which started out delivering milk door to door by horse and wagon.Now the operation produces many fine products including Jalapeno Gouda (which I recommend) and gelato.I had heard so many good things about Fox Hill Cheese’s Gelato-well,what could I do, but stop in and try some.
So, I did.
O.MG. No point of reference, because it was my first ever gelato-but it this chocolate stuff was delicious!
We all know that 2017 has been one big year long celebration thus far.
The party continues.
Recently I went on a Red Bench bus tour hosted by the Municipality of the County of Kings-the last of 4 that were spread out over the summer and fall. The brain child of Mayor Peter Muttart and his councilors, the tour was designed to visit each of the 5 permanently installed benches throughout Kings County as the municipality’s contribution to Canada’s big 150 birthday.
Our guide for the tour was David Poole, now retired and formerly with the municipality’s planning department. He did a great job, spicing his dialogue with little stories about the area and his life.
Here’s the great thing-you can do this tour in your car. Course you may not get all the dirt, err, information we got, but it would be fun just the same. It was a daylong trip for us, but you may want to spread it out over a weekend. Grab a map of the itinerary here
Red Bench #1 Aylesford Lake.
The gate to the beach is locked this time of year, but you don’t mind a little stroll in from the road,do you? Aylesford Lake is the only one in Kings County with lifeguards on staff during the summer months. It’s also fully accessible including the canteen, toilets and picnic areas. It’s part of the Gaspereau Watershed.
Personally, I think the best time to tour the Cabot Trail is once the leaves turn color, but recently we took the opportunity to introduce some friends from Holland to it’s beauty.
We were only joining them for part of the trip,so we picked up the RV they had booked at CanaDream in Waverly, and headed out.
We only made it to Port Hood-and only stopped there because it was the closest thing we could find for a camping spot. We drove into Sunset Sands RV Park at around 8pm.No one was around to help us so we helped ourselves to a site. A telephone number posted on the door led to a voicemail. It was easy to see the park catered to mostly seasonal people, but I was disappointed at the work involved in trying to connect with someone-anyone- so we could sort out payment and such.
It was waterfront and windy-but it’s Cape Breton after all.
Nova Scotia’s Mighty Bay of Fundy: Part 1 of a 8 Part Series: Nova Scotia, My Heart and My Home
Years ago, as a newly wed, my husband was offered an interview with a company in British Columbia. That interview hinted at wonderful opportunities and a good life.
How did I take this exciting news?
I cried. I cried for days at the very thought of moving from Nova Scotia.
Finally, my husband cancelled the interview.
And, after all this time, I still wouldn’t want to live anywhere but this beautiful province. Why would I? As a child, there wasn’t much opportunity to explore. As an adult, I am sure as hell making up for that. Even so, I could never experience all I wanted to do, see, taste and smell in one lifetime in Nova Scotia.
Every shore is different. Every shore is a natural playground all its own. I love being so accessible to rivers, lakes, the Atlantic and my personal favorite-the mighty Bay of Fundy. After all, it was practically on my front door step.
As a child,I learned to swim in the rust colored water of the Avon River.
I walked the ocean floor before it became a THING, and sunk in red mud up to my shins, scraped my toes on barnacles and ruined white tee shirts that will never again be even close to white.
Of course, many flock to the Bay of Fundy solely to witness its amazing tides, which can reach as high as a then 5 story building, and come in as fast as a running horse. Tidal bores, flowerpots, fishing boats resting on a bed of mud. It’s all good.
My plan was to go to the beach.Malagash’s Blue Sea Beach specifically. That was my plan. And I got there, although not to laze around on the sand in the sun.
It wasn’t that kind of day. It was a day for exploring. Everyday is a day for exploring, isn’t it? Rain,wind snow, everyday lends itself to some kind of unknown adventure, be it low key or thrilling.
Today was low key.
What was once privately owned farmland,Malagash’s Blue Sea Beach lies almost at the very eastern tip of the peninsula about halfway between Tatamagouche and Wallace,along the Sunrise Trail. The beach kisses the infamous Northumberland Strait (infamous because the water is the warmest there in Nova Scotia, and if you’ve ever stuck your toes in the Atlantic or the Bay of Fundy, you’d understand)
It is practically deserted much of the time-who knows why.It’s perfect for sunbathing and long walks along the shoreline. There are picnic tables, change rooms and outdoor pit toilets (Privvy rating B-)
New Ross is a small community nestled in the heart of southwestern Nova Scotia, between the Annapolis Valley and South Shore. If you live near here, perhaps you know it- walked a trail, attended one of their Christmas Fairs, or enjoyed a community supper. There’s a very good chance you’ve taken the kiddies to Ross Farm Museum or just stopped in yourself. Even if you’ve been to Ross Farm before, there’s always some event happening, be it a Pumpkin Planting or a Lunenburg County Pudding & Sausage Making Demo, so there is a good reason to drop by Ross Farm. As if you need one.
We didn’t need a reason when we stopped in there recently on our way to Oak Island.
I am getting annoyed-I did some cursory research on pet friendly accommodations by checking a local tourism website. Now, I find, when I double check the location’s actual website, it’s hard to find any mention of pets. Grr. So, if I can’t find the information without a lot of digging or without directly contacting the owners, I just scratch them off the list.
Besides, if I don’t have the time or patience to click through 5 or 6 tabs to find (or not find) the information I need-then you don’t either.
Of course the ‘Under $100’ rate may be subject to availability, and time of year, and who knows what else, really.
Be sure to check sites such as Expedia and Trivago – you can often get a better rate.
Recently, I had opportunity to try out a restaurant new to me-the Noodle Guy in Port Williams .
The Noodle Guy is one of those little nook type eateries with the menu chalked up on a blackboard and cozy little alcoves for good conversation.
I was not surprised at that-it’s kind of a trend right. now.
What’s not a trend is the Noodle Guy himself. Ross Patterson’s (AKA Noodle Guy ) little labour of love received the Best Restaurant in Nova Scotia outside of the city by the Chronicle-Herald in January 2016. Continue reading “Havin’ Noodles at The Noodle Guy”
Recently we all hopped in the car- husband, dog and me- and set off for a Sunday drive. Now you may know me well enough by now to know I am not a sit in the car and drive around type of gal, but more of a let’s see what we can get into, err, I mean do, woman. This may or may not cause ‘heated’ in-car discussion. Not with the dog-she always wants to do things. Nuff said.
That Sunday was no different. We headed up Middle Dyke Road off the 101 and then west on the 221, swinging up the North Mountain towards Black Road, thinking we may find a good place to get to the beach.
Black Rock Trails
But upon entered the community, a small a sign invited us to enjoy the trails.