Yesterday we drove to our new place in Annapolis Royal. On the way we stopped at the Grand Pre National Historic Site. The site is on a section of land that the Acadians had farmed after reclaiming the land using an ingenious dyke system that allowed the water to drain from the land while preventing any water from entering. I didn’t know that – nor the whole history of the Acadian deportation. The Acadians were really caught in the middle between the French and the British and managed to maintain their neutrality – except in the end the British wouldn’t believe them. Below is a church on the site – dedicated to the Acadians.
Annapolis Royal is tiny. Our place is on St George Street, above a business. It really is a nice place and looks over the Annapolis River Estuary.
After we settled in, we took a walk over to Fort Anne.
As Kim said some of the places are interesting/cute – in the setting of small town. In Toronto people would probably just think they were odd.
Then you will see things like the following where people are inviting you to sit on the chairs on the veradah of their house. I don’t know where else you would see that.
Today we went over to Digby.
Close to town is the Point Prim Lighthouse.
After wandering around there a bit we took a drive down the Digby Neck which is a peninsula between St Mary’s Bay and the Bay of Fundy.
We had planned to stop a Gulliver’s Head which is supposed to have some high cliffs and a beach but we took the wrong road and ended up Gulliver’s Cove. I didn’t bother taking any pictures but there was a sign explaining where the name came from. Apparently Gulliver was a pirate who worked out of the Cove and stored his treasure in that area. He was noted for being particularly vicious. However, he was outdone by his West Indian wife who wasn’t happy with the idea of continuing to live in Nova Scotia. In one of these arguments she is said to have stabbed him to death, taken over the ship and sailed to the West Indies. Once there she turned the ship over to the terrified crew. I’m sure there is a moral to that story but I can’t image what it might be.
From there we continued down the Neck and stopped in Sandy Cove. This was obviously a fishing port at one time with a huge concrete wharf that is gradually being reclaimed by the sea.
If you go much further on the Neck, you have to take a couple of ferries because two sections are islands – but we were hungry so started heading back to Digby. On the way we stopped at the beach at Rossway.
We had lunch in Digby and then headed home.