Life In Pleasantville
Food, Travel, Life
Nobody was more surprised than me to discover how many things there are to do in Florenceville-Bristol, New Brunswick. If I’m going to be completely transparent with you, it was just a name on a sign I’d been blowing past on my way to Cape Breton for years. Turns out I was dead wrong to …
If you saw a piece of broken glass on the street, you’d step over it. Maybe kick it toward the curb. You certainly wouldn’t pick it up and carry it home. But tumble that same piece of glass in the ocean for fifty years and suddenly it’s a jewel. People will walk kilometres of beach …
Don’t go chasing waterfalls in Cape Breton until you’ve read this. As it turns out, TLC was on to something. Maybe you should stick to the rivers and the lakes that you’re used to, and good news, Cape Breton has those in spades. Because social media will have you believing that chasing waterfalls is easy, …
I’ve lived in Ottawa for over twenty years and I have taken every single visitor I’ve ever had to Parliament Hill. Every one. It’s the Eiffel Tower problem. Parisians have been rolling their eyes at tourists with selfie sticks in front of an iron tower since 1889, and Ottawans have been doing the same quiet …
I don’t get out much in Ottawa, but when Parks Canada invited me to experience high tea at Laurier House Ottawa, I made an exception. Not because there’s nothing to do close to home, there’s plenty, but because when I embarrass myself here I risk running into those people again. My dad jokes have a …
Can travel heal a broken heart? I spent the better part of a year trying to find out. Not deliberately. I didn’t book a series of trips as a therapeutic exercise or decide that movement was the answer to the disintegration of a 20 year marriage. It was more accidental than that. The trips were …
So you want to know, is the Fortress of Louisbourg worth it? Um, yes. And if you need nothing else then go be free gentle reader. If you want a little more of the why then stick with me. That’s me. The small blonde in the red coat, standing in front of a fireplace at …
There is a specific kind of town that gets under your skin. Not the flashy kind, not the Instagram-famous kind, but the kind where you park the car, start walking, and forty-five minutes later realize you have completely forgotten what you were worried about before you got here. Perth, Ontario is that kind of town. …
