Now, I warn you in advance: I have decided that I would like to return to live in Cape Breton when I win the lottery manage to find a legal aid job in Nova Scotia which will never, ever happen retire. So, I took a million photos of the place. Well, 502 photos to be quite exact. I’ll only show you a fraction of those, I promise…
Let me first start with telling you about one of the best yarn shops I’ve ever been too, Baadeck Yarns. It is located in Baddeck (get it?!?). The owner, Patricia, is from Toronto but decided to move down there and open a yarn shop after a vacation some time back. And I’m very glad she did, too.
Why? Well, first off, she carries an exclusive line of colours by the Fleece Artist/Handmaiden… which she helped design herself. And if I dare say so myself, I managed to exercise significant self-control in the face of this, buying only two skeins of HM Sea Silk in the Blueberry Mist colourway:
She also carries Tilli Tomas products which I had never seen in person before… so of course I had to snap up two skeins of the Moroccan Blue silk prestrung with beads:
Patricia was also kind enough to let me drool over fondle the Tilli Tomas Swarovski crystal studded silk which she had in stock. At $125/120 yards I couldn’t really see fit to buying any, although I was sorely tempted. (By the way, for you knitters out there, I am deliberately not including a link as I think it would probable be actionable if you checked it out and lost your house as a result. Having said that, I did link it somewhere previously on this blog and I think if you search “bling” you’ll find the link. Heh heh).
All I can say is that it’s just a very guid thing that JJ was along, otherwise the rent cheque for June would have gon bounce bounce bounce into the Atlantic for certain. Oh – and if you are anywhere near Nova Scotia, do visit Patricia! It will be worth the trip, I can assure you.
All right, all right… enough yarn pron. Back to the vacation. We spent two full days on the Cabot Trail, which is a road through the mountainous part of Cape Breton spanning approximately 120 kilometres.
JJ insisted on driving the first day but I got to drive the second!! It is a fabulous drive. The topography changes constantly.
There are all sorts of little curiosities along the way, such as, for example, the Lone Sheiling (a replica of a highland hut):
The federal government pours lots of money into the Cabot Trail (quite rightly, I think) so that they can keep it vibrant and replant trees… here is a baby birch tree!
I was happy for that, because it means that we can keep enjoying lovely views like this:
…and so on…
…and so forth:
That’s me, by the way, at one of the highest points – about 500 metres above sea level!
I loved the mountains, obviously:
…and even the rocks. Nay, especially the rocks!
JJ, on the other hand, loved this site the best!
When I gently suggested that he was perhaps spending too much money at the place which manufactures the only Canadian malt whisky, and that he didnae really need a sample of every year that they’ve made..
…he pointed to the back of my newly acquired T-shirt:
Fair enough, I guess. Anyway, he was just feeling cocky because we were in Scottish territory, where some of the road signs are even printed in English and Gaelic!
We also, by the way, ate fabulous Acadian food in Cheticamp, where the signs are in English and French. (And by the way, if you’re coming to Nova Scotia, bring your fat clothes. The food is great, unless you’re a vegetarian. JJ wanted to take a photo of me eating the 10th order of fresh fish and chips but I refused as it would have been embarrassing to show my face buried in the plate.
I will part with photos of my favourite place in Cape Breton, which was Inverness, where we stayed. This beach was within a two minute walk of the motel…
…and the sun sets very kindly on Inverness (when it’s around, that is, as the locals would hasten to tell you. Apparently it’s not around all that often. But when it is, it is glorious!)
That is about it for the vacation photos, I promise. Only I still have to show you some of my fabulous acquisitions, as there are many great artisans in the province. And you can get a palace of a condo even in Halifax (the capital) for what it would cost you for a 450 sq ft bachelor in Toronto. I really need to move there. Sigh.