Confederation Bridge


When planning our holiday to Eastern Canada we were torn between visiting Prince Edward Island (PEI) and New Brunswick, when a friend mentioned they would go back to PEI if only to cross Confederation Bridge.

Hmmm, the wheels began turning, a tad more googling and voila. Guess what we were crossing for a meal of fresh lobster?!

If we were in any doubt as to whether or not we were approaching the bridge, the signs certainly were there to let us to know we were getting close, lol! :)

Approaching Confederation Bridge

The lobster, or ANY of the seafood for that matter, did NOT disappoint and after spending the night at a quaint B&B in Charlottetown, we headed back to Moncton Airport, New Brunswick the only way we could… VIA Confederation Bridge.

Heading back over Confederation Bridge to New Brunswick

Confederation Bridge opened back in May 1997, replacing the existing ferry service between the provinces of Prince Edward Island and New Brunswick. This 8 mile long curved bridge is the longest in the world crossing ice-covered water.

Now, as to when we’ll be going back for that delightfully sweet lobster… “mum, how much longer?”

Past Beauty still Standing


After driving past all the plowed potato fields of Prince Edward Island (the McCain’s factory which I can only assume was for oven-fries, was NOT lost on me I assure you!), it was to those areas of land NOT tended that I found myself drawn.

Shed along the way in Prince Edward Island

Oddly, these parcels of land all seemed to have a structure of sorts that although still standing, from all appearances had not been used for the longest time. I wonder if they’ll ever be used again and if so… “mum, how much longer?”

Church Spires


Driving from Moncton, New Brunswick to Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island last month it at times felt like we were driving through the English countryside.

With church spires appearing like periscopes above the tree-tops combined with the leaves in their autumn colors, it was easy to think back to another time driving through England.

English Countryside in Eastern Canada

This was the first time we’d ever had a GSP in the car and there’s no denying, it was rather fabulous. Especially as Siri like to update us as to how long to our destination.

Certainly alleviated the need of such questions as…  “mum, how much longer?”

Welcoming Sunshine

Having flown out of St Johns, Newfoundland in the morning with rain pelting down upon the tarmac, to then fly into Moncton, New Brunswick with the sun shining down upon us, was truly a delight.

Welcoming Sign from Above

Such a contrast to here this morning. Our first snow-flakes FINALLY fell, albeit VERY briefly, covering our immediate world in a very light, white blanket of snow before turning to rain.

Hmmm, as to a true to snow-fall though… “mum, how much longer?”

WWII Wall Treaments

The last thing we expected to see when visiting Cape Spear, Newfoundland were relics of World War II. Of course in hindsight, this being the most easterly point of North America makes it such an obvious choice. Turns out it was a strategic point in the Battle of the Atlantic.

The battery and garrison that were constructed here as protection from German submarines convoys still remain. The bunkers and underground passages, albeit most are locked from general access, still hold that feeling of necessary urgency.

Cape Spear WWII Wall Treatments

The discoloration of the wall only adding to this sense of eeriness. Initially the children were convinced they’d stumbled upon something quite sinister but once those notions were dispelled much exploring ensued. (Note to self: more cooking shows, less murder shows).

The two 30 tonne gun barrels that still prevail 60+ years later totally blew us away, no pun intended, but if I start on those I’m sure even the heavy cloud-cover we’re currently experiencing wouldn’t silence your cries of…  “mum, how much longer?”

A Time… to Fiddle


Walking around St John’s, Newfoundland we chanced upon a wonderful bronze sculpture by Morgan MacDonald whose created some magnificent pieces of work not only in Newfoundland but across Canada.

The sculpture we were admiring was called “A Time“. It’s quite a large piece with six figures each reflecting various contributions of the Arts to the City of St Johns. I particularly like the fiddler!

The Bronze Fiddler of St Johns , Newfoundland

A Time” also commemorates The City of St Johns being designated a “Cultural Capital of Canada” in 2006.

Newfoundland was an unexpected gem with so much to see and do. Even the children are planning their next visit which for me says it all.

Hence, when it came time to leave Newfoundland and our plane was unexpectedly cancelled leaving us another day there before we could continue our journey onto New Brunswick and Prince Edward Island, we all gleefully jumped back into the hire-car.

For a change it was with big smiles on our faces and a song in our heart when the question was asked… “mum, how much longer?”

Holy Cr*p… “I” Zip-Lined!!!


Setting out on our first morning in St Johns, Newfoundland our schedule was simple – first stop Cape Spear, second stop surprise the children with… ZIP-LINING!

Turns out Petty Harbor, Newfoundland is home to North Atlantic Ziplines (NAZ), Canada’s LONGEST (and trust me, it’s freakin’ LONG) zip-line course. There were 10 zip lines we did ranging from 300 to 2,200 feet in length. A total of something like 3-1/2 kilometers of line!

The plan was for we “girls” to do the first zip-line with the boys so we could say we’d zip-lined, then leave them to it and go for hot chocolate somewhere. Didn’t happen did it?! Somehow Hubby’s and my place became switched. Oh. My. Gosh!

Half way along Phil, our extraordinarily patient guide, asked was I enjoying it at all.

Perhaps it was my screaming along each zip-line, or maybe it was how it was taking longer and LONGER at each zip-line platform for me to push-off which had him doubting my enthusiasm!

As I said to him, “in retrospect I’ll have had an amazing time but right now all I want to do is finish this bloody thing!” Phil laughed!

Yes, in retrospect it was an incredible experience but for two hours all I could think to myself was… “MUM, HOW MUCH FREAKIN’ LONGER?”