Cutest Blueberry Shack EVER!

In a teeny-weeny little community called Pennfield, about 60 km southwest of Saint John, is this place. They sell blueberries, and blueberry pies, and blueberry sundaes, and blueberry preserves... you get the idea. It's a really neat-o place. It looks like something out of Country Living magazine, and smells like blueberry pie. Peter and I stopped there last weekend on our way to St Andrews. I bought five lbs of blueberries to freeze for my morning granola, and Peter bought me blueberry shortcake, which I devoured in about 5 minutes, even though I wasn't even hungry.

It's a lot more fun to buy blueberries here than at the supermarket.

Scully and I Have Returned

We've been to Shag Harbour! The museum was a little campy, (it was in someone's shed) but it was very cool. Definitely worth doing! Check out the Shag Harbour post office's cancellation mark in the bottom pic. We each got postcards.

The Rescue Mediums Did Their Job Well

We encountered no spooks at the hotel. Though apparently they were mostly on the third floor where the family who owns the place now lives.

An employee told me the door in the top pic would open and close by itself.

Shelburne

How could I not have known about Shelburne? It's gorgeous!

Shelburne Home and Garden Porn

The houseporn in Shelburne was awesome!

Outhouse Museum in Liverpool

Strangely interesting.

I liked the chamber pots.

I keep one filled with potpourri in my bathroom.

And Last, Cinnabon Porn!

Since there's no Cinnabon in Moncton, we stopped in Halifax so I could get a cinnamon bun, and maybe another one to bring home.

I wound up getting six. &#$#@!!

We Went To PEI On Saturday

The January 1999 issue of "Victoria Bliss" magazine (which I still have) featured an article on the St. Ann's lobster supper on PEI. I was entranced by its Island and lobster porn-iness, and resolved to one day experience it for myself. We went on Saturday. While it wasn't quite what I had built it up to be in my mind over eight years, it was still very nice. And tasty. But the New Glasgow supper is still the best, in my opinion.

We also took a drive out to Dalvay and saw the heritage inn "Dalvay by the Sea," which stood in as "The White Sands" hotel in "Road to Avonlea." It also used to be owned by a shady rum-running sea captain ancestor of one of my co-workers.

We also stopped for a bit at the beach in Dalvay, which is even better than the beach in Cavendish.