The last day

As promised, breakfast was served by candlelight, and what a lovely feast it was, with fresh coffee, homemade blueberry pancakes and a fresh fruit salad with orange yoghurt.   This was all served on  110-year-old china and as soon as I was informed of this it was all I could do to raise my coffee cup with confidence.   What?  Is there no Tupperware?  Melmac?

As evocative as this lovely old home was, it reminded me of a Holly Hobbie pattern that somehow exploded and implanted itself into every floral wallpaper, lace curtain and delicate piece of china.  Like a cacophony of chinz.  Although a very interesting experience, I was glad to hit the road, especially since sleep was elusive on my bed high up in the eaves.  It was comfortable enough but the mattress had been wrapped in something (I did not want to think about what or why) and I felt like I was sleeping on a giant diaper all night.

We had another gorgeous day to cross the Confederation Bridge and enjoyed the two hour trip back to Halifax, stopping for a leisurely wander around a very laid-back town called (of all things), Victoria By the Sea.  Four blocks square contained the entire town and it was lovely step back in time, reminiscent of little prairie towns in the 1960s -- peaceful, sleepy,  and the perfect antithesis to highway travel.

PEI SPUDS!

We are now back in Halifax in a nice inn about 10 miles from the Halifax airport.  Tomorrow is an early one, as I need to be at the airport by 0630.   From there to Edmonton, where I will cool my heels for about 3 hours, and then at long last - Comox sometime in the mid-afternoon.   Hard to believe that I'll be home so soon as I sit here on the other side of Canada, but therein lies the beauty of travel and all the adventures within.