Trip Report : Quebec and New England
It's March 2012 and Silversand (AKA Derek) and Silverdunes (AKA Nikki) are sharing a beer with me in a heatwave in Bromont, Quebec. It's 24 celcius and I'm starting to doubt Derek's descriptions of ic...
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Wednesday 9th September : Freeport
Rained during the night and therefore misty this morning. We went for a walk along the shore line:
Then over the bridge and down Wolfe's Neck:
Belted Galloways:
On our return Derek and Nikki were making plans to rent bikes from the campground, so we joined them for a cycle ride back down Wolfe's Neck - this was the barn towards the end:
At the end of the road was the 1920s Stone House, owned by the University:
Looking through the front door showed the beautiful stained glass windows:
Another one visible from the rear deck:
It is a nice house and although not that old needs to be preserved, but it was clear to see that although not in bad condition, it would need a lot of expensive work to maintain it.
We cycled back to the shore line where we were this morning - view was a bit better now:
Now, here is a bit of a mystery. We looked directly south past Bustins Island:
On the extreme horizon we could see an array of structures sticking up, distorted by the extreme distance. In comparison the smoke stacks of the generating station on Cousins Island looked like they were mere walking distance:
We checked again after we had cycled back around towards our campsite, and these pinnacles on the horizon hadn't moved in relationship to each other, so that made me doubt they were yachts racing. Plus due south you soon run out of islands and the next thing in that direction is Cape Cod!
Discovered this racing snake on the way back off the beach - boy could it move - there were actually three of them and Sally was a bit shocked as one shot over her foot in a panic:
On our way back we spotted this basic TC - is this one of those cowboy campers?:
The ladies went in to check out the baby animals at the farm - looks like a Jersey:
Getting its salt intake for the day:
We cycled around the campground to the cabins that are now available to rent. These seem expensive, given they don't have bathrooms or electricity, but take into account the location and divide the cost by the 6 people who occupy it and the price sounds much more reasonable:
This is the view you are paying for from your deck:
While we trespassed on the deck a couple of cars turned up and a voice called out "Can I help you?". It was the people who had just rented the cabin. We got talking to them. They had rented these cabins for 3 years now and loved them. He was ex USAF and used to be based in the UK. She was from a village in Oxfordshire 15 miles from our house that we have walked around a several times, and married him while he was serving in the UK, before moving out to the US. This is what we tend to find when travelling - even in remote parts of New Zealand we have come across people who know the road we live on!
We left the family to it and carried on around the campground, getting off our bikes and pushing them along one of the walking trails:
We returned the bikes and bought well-deserved ice-creams from the office. Then back to the campers for dinner.
Rained during the night and therefore misty this morning. We went for a walk along the shore line:
Then over the bridge and down Wolfe's Neck:
Belted Galloways:
On our return Derek and Nikki were making plans to rent bikes from the campground, so we joined them for a cycle ride back down Wolfe's Neck - this was the barn towards the end:
At the end of the road was the 1920s Stone House, owned by the University:
Looking through the front door showed the beautiful stained glass windows:
Another one visible from the rear deck:
It is a nice house and although not that old needs to be preserved, but it was clear to see that although not in bad condition, it would need a lot of expensive work to maintain it.
We cycled back to the shore line where we were this morning - view was a bit better now:
Now, here is a bit of a mystery. We looked directly south past Bustins Island:
On the extreme horizon we could see an array of structures sticking up, distorted by the extreme distance. In comparison the smoke stacks of the generating station on Cousins Island looked like they were mere walking distance:
We checked again after we had cycled back around towards our campsite, and these pinnacles on the horizon hadn't moved in relationship to each other, so that made me doubt they were yachts racing. Plus due south you soon run out of islands and the next thing in that direction is Cape Cod!
Discovered this racing snake on the way back off the beach - boy could it move - there were actually three of them and Sally was a bit shocked as one shot over her foot in a panic:
On our way back we spotted this basic TC - is this one of those cowboy campers?:
The ladies went in to check out the baby animals at the farm - looks like a Jersey:
Getting its salt intake for the day:
We cycled around the campground to the cabins that are now available to rent. These seem expensive, given they don't have bathrooms or electricity, but take into account the location and divide the cost by the 6 people who occupy it and the price sounds much more reasonable:
This is the view you are paying for from your deck:
While we trespassed on the deck a couple of cars turned up and a voice called out "Can I help you?". It was the people who had just rented the cabin. We got talking to them. They had rented these cabins for 3 years now and loved them. He was ex USAF and used to be based in the UK. She was from a village in Oxfordshire 15 miles from our house that we have walked around a several times, and married him while he was serving in the UK, before moving out to the US. This is what we tend to find when travelling - even in remote parts of New Zealand we have come across people who know the road we live on!
We left the family to it and carried on around the campground, getting off our bikes and pushing them along one of the walking trails:
We returned the bikes and bought well-deserved ice-creams from the office. Then back to the campers for dinner.
