It’s been a frantic week of doing laundry, cleaning the house, cooking in bulk, running errands, harvesting herbs from the garden, meeting a deadline for a chapter of my book, and getting all the details in place for a painter to do some work at our house while we’re away. Finally, we had the car packed and the dogs comfortably ensconced in the back. We had sent numerous text messages back and forth to our friend and kitty-sitter, Nancy, with all the details of caring for our four geriatric cats. At last we were off to Lunenburg – an hour and a half later than we had planned to leave.

When we arrived at the top of the hill overlooking the back harbour we were reminded that it was all worth the effort. The owner of the chalets, Wayne Oickle, greeted us with a big hug and the words “Welcome home.” Yup – that’s one of the reasons we come back here every August for a vacation built around the Folk Harbour Festival.

By the time we had the dogs and ourselves settled we were too hungry and tired to cook supper, so we headed down to the Knot Pub. I love this cozy and casual little hole in the wall. It oozes with character and ambiance. The food is uncomplicated and delicious and the service is excellent. They have a good selection of local craft beers on tap, and I was more than ready to sample one.

When we got back to the cabin, I took the dogs out for a walk. The moon was like a huge pearl on a dark blue velvet background. The air was filled with the fragrance of hay and horses. Someone nearby had a small campfire going and I’m convinced I could detect the aroma of toasted marshmallows mingled with the fragrance of wood smoke. Ahhh….