September 9, 2015, Lunenburg waterfront. Suffering from high internal eyeball pressure at the time, I did not really see the photos I took this day until they were transferred to a computer where the screen could be magnified. I was waiting out an emergency operation for glaucoma on a cancellation basis. When I did get to read these waterfront signs I was surprised to find that tour boats were still operational suggesting a good visitor numbers for the town. White rental vans in huge numbers usually mean a motion picture filming crew is in town. Those yellow trucks took me off guard.
This sort of notice implies an imposition on ordinary citizens: "Be quite everyone, don't walk here," or simply "get lost." Of course the demand is politely made. Ruth and I took an alternate direction.
The Fisheries Museum on Bluenose Drive, has this new addition, which is essentially a concrete-block add-on, given a false face of shingles to match the rest of the building.
On Montague Street, one street north, overlooking the Bluenose 2.9 at berth, the Fish Shed was busily pumping out its only menu item, fried fish and chips. This place knows how to meet public demand for fast food.
Here's a new addition to King street: a monolith. I am reminded of Kubricks motion picture, 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968) in which ape men are confronted by a strange black monolith. The sounds of Ligeti’s "Requiem" and "Lux Aeterna" ("Light Eternal") stream during their encounter with this strange piece of masonry. Nothing like that happens here. In the movie this black intruder is later found elsewhere in the universe. That also proves to be the case with this "hitching-post." One face features cramped discussions of buildings of historic interest, another gives directions and identifies compass points. Redundant! I haven't seen many visitors looking at them and I imagine the snowplow operator hates them. These costly items were erected in a town with infrastructure problems.
Later that day Ruth was driving home from Blockhouse and I took this picture at the end of a Lunenburg work day. I had not previously been aware of the huge number of workers from outside town who service its needs. Traffic was bumper to bumper at the end of this day on the side of the road which is an exit from Lunenburg over a distance of about 6 miles.
I had been told that the OR might have a place for me on September 13 and not to eat of drinking anything during that day. Ruth confirmed this in the morning. What no coffee? As a diversion we took in a church yard sale at Rose Bay.
This was a really big show, with items offered not only in the yard but indoors in the church hall. Ruth found a few bargains.
And then off to a 2:30 pm appointment at the Halifax General. I was unfortunately scheduled last on the operating table. Checked in at 2 but did not take my place until 4 pm, a very long, hungry wait. Meanwhile, Ruth spent three hours filling time. The operation under the able hands of Dr. Paul Rafuse's opthamalogical team took an hour and left me without much useful eyesight and a need for dark glasses. In advance Ruth and I had decided not to attempt the drive all the way home, and she had made reservations to stay at Surfside Inn on the water at Queensland. near Hubbards.
Architecturally this not not an imposing structure, but an older home built by a sea captain in the late 1800's is buried beneath additions and changes. We have learned not to pay much attention to the star-rating system, but to make aesthetic judgments based on web photographs. In this instance, what we found exceeded the 4.5 star rating and the price was definitely right. In season rates start at $99.00 (plus tax). Stay six consecutive nights and your seventh is free
The furnishings, which reflect the heritage of this house, were actually a welcome relief from the post-modern versions found in the higher-rated hotels and motels where we were sometimes forced to stay overnight in Halifax.
They describe themselves thus: Make yourself at home in one of the 8 guest rooms featuring DVD players and LCD televisions. Cable television is provided for your entertainment. Private bathrooms have jetted bathtubs and hair dryers. Wonder of wonders the TV was actually operative, a situation which is not universally the case.
Not a luxurious or large room, but when one is looking for simplicity and rest, perfect! There was a jet tub as promised, always a plus from my point of view.
This is the southern outlook from the front parking lot.
With a stay at Surfside Inn in Hubbards (Queensland), you'll be minutes from Queensland Beach Provincial Park and close to Hooked Rug Museum of North America. This romantic bed & breakfast is within close proximity of Hubbards Beach and Shore Club Dance Hall.
Had this been high summer, we would have found lots of company on the beach.
The inn is located beneath that green circle. There is a pathway through the trees to the beach. You do not have to navigate that stone breakwater.
Although not large, this is a supervised beach in July and August and one of the most popular on the South Shore. It is The warm air and sand draw large crowds, so arrive early on the hot days to find a parking spot. Park amenities include change rooms and vault toilets.
This part of the beach, looking westward is actually a tombolo connecting the mainland with that land mass in the distance, which is an island.
Ruth and I took a walk in the opposite direction, where there is sometimes more action than that previous shot suggests. This place is only an hour from home but fortunately we have yet more impressive, uncrowded beaches, in Lunenburg County.
Final shot, the following morning. Construction work was going on out on that tombolo.
Our Bed and Breakfast guests gather in our dining room to enjoy our continental buffet style breakfast including our "secret recipe" granola, yogurt, fresh fruit, bagels, toast, juice, tea, and coffee.
The deck was not an option at breakfast time but we were treated to a specially cooked omlette. Delicious. In high season their dining room offers a very extensive menu at competitive prices. We will return!
On the road again, we followed the coastal route rather than the boring interior highway and stopped at the Chester Farmer's which seems to us more authentic than the Lunenburg version. The building at right was once the local train station.
Chester can lay valid claim to the Teazer Ghost Ship. It was generated when a War of 1812 American privateer caring that name was torched by a crew member and exploded killing almost all of the crew. The burnt out hulk beached a few miles to the west. For some odd reason, Mahone Bay and Shelburne which were far distant from the event, reenact the "burning of the Teazer." Out treasure trove at Oak Island is actually at Western Shore closer Mahone Bay than Chester, but they have claimed it as their on in spite of the fact that it is miles distant.
This little museum is new since the last time we were here. It was worth 10 minutes.
Artifacts like this seem problematic, but what the..? Additional displays can be viewed at the Atlantica Resort on Western Shore.
.Best vegetables ever were found at this stand. All photos were taken by yours truly and most were not worth reproducing.
My lack of eyesight explains why there is only one more photograph illustrating the market. We will certainly put that place on the agenda for the coming summer.
Ruth's family has lived almost everywhere in central southern and western Nova Scotia including Chester and Chester Basin. Since there day the peninsula immediately west of Chester Basin has been developed for well-to-do, up-and-coming families. The truly wealthy inhabit massive "cottages"in Chester. The road through this developing area has maintained good privacy cover and in some cases homes are sensed rather than seen. Most have water frontage and a wharf and shore buildings.
One resident has a sense of humour.
At home we harvested the last of our miniature carrot crop. They are bred to be short and thick and subsist in stone-infested locations. That's why they are irregular in shape. Although the outcome of that operation would not be known for a month or more, bot of us felt rested and relieved.