Seeing as how my tutorials for school don't begin until next week, I had today all to myself. I was on the road by 0830. Foolish me thought, "Gosh, everything is probably closed." Not that it mattered, my purpose was to take pictures and do some research. Was I ever wrong. I felt like there was a senior citizen's conference going on. Curly-haired old ladies and white-haired men with cameras were thicker than flies. Six tour buses were there--off-loaded from the four cruise ships in Halifax Harbour. For the first time in years, I felt young. And it was FABULOUS. Being a mature student at university certainly makes you question your youth.
I had breakfast at the Sou'wester and spent some time observing people and writing about the restaurant/gift shop/hotel and the surrounding area. I ordered poached eggs. A man to my right with a southern U.S. accent ordered home-made gingerbread loaf with lemon sauce. It wasn't on the menu and yet, less than five minutes later it was sitting in front of him and I was salivating. He had clearly been there before. Don't you hate how other people's food always looks more appetizing than yours?
All in all, it was a good day. The hour long drive there allowed me to think through the plot of my book, and I got some great ideas and photos. One thing that struck me most about the drive there was the fact that there were random boulders everywhere. It looked as if they been thrown up all over the rocky, bracken-filled landscape.
So here are some of my spoils. Enjoy! And keep in mind, I am not a photographer.