Tab 13: Charlottetown, Pictou (encore), Truro

"[Exasperated sigh]"

-from Marco, when Adrienne signs the Truro Visitor Centre book as "Cordelia DaVere"

Not an exciting day to report (but I shall report, anyway!) Left Charlottetown, drove to Wood Island, got on the ferry to Nova Scotia (different ferry, not the same one we rode over on…different in its lack of a Cow ice cream store and its plethora of transport trucks).

We decided to go back to Pictou because Marco wanted to buy a chef knife at Grohmann Knives.

I stopped in briefly at the Water Street Studio Crafts, right next door.

The last time we were in Pictou, it was closed. Guess what I found?

YARN! A totally hidden yarn store on the Interprovincial Yarn Crawl of 2007. The brand is called “Cobweb Woolies” and it’s made by this lady in Scotsburn, Nova Scotia from her flock of sheep and angora goats. The yarn is all handspun, pink is 100% wool, the purple is alpaca. I have it earmarked for a Christmas chapeau…

On the way to Truro, Marco and I indulged and went somewhere we only go about once a year…

I feel dirty.

We finally got to our B&B around 2:45 pm. Although check-in time was 2:00 pm, we were greeted by little note on the door: “At a funeral, back by 3:15”. A bit peeved because we were not telephoned about this, but trying to be understanding, we decided to go for a walk to pass the time. Sadly, Truro is a bit of an armpit and there’s not much to walk to. To make matters worse, we got caught in a torrential downpour. We rushed into the visitors’ centre…where we found there was REALLY nothing to do here except view something called the “Tidal Bore”. As we missed it today, we are going to view it tomorrow before the airport. I believe it involves tides… we’re hoping it doesn’t live up to its name in other ways…

We made it back to the B&B, drenched, where we were told they were late because the owners had to go to a medical appointment… umm. People: if you’re going to make up stories, at least do it right. The key to a good falsehood is consistency. Don’t change the story partway through. Doing so destroys your credibility.

The place seems fine, however; clean and cheerful. The torrential rain continued all afternoon so we passed the time playing computer on the intermittent wireless connection, packing the suitcases, and watching TV.

We’ve run into a little problem regarding the bags. We could probably fit everything back into the two suitcases but it would involve a maneuver known as “The Beached Whale”. This suitcase closing technique is not pleasant for the “whale” or “The Closer”. Consequentially, we’ve decided to check the laundry bag. It should be OK – it’s a heavy-duty sleeping bag sack and we are relatively sure we can close it well enough so that our dirty underthings won’t spread out over the baggage claim conveyer belt. Keep your fingers crossed.

Dinner, at least, was fabulous. We ate at the John Stanfield Inn.

You may remember the name “Stanfield” from such garments as: your underwear. Yes, the Stanfield underwear line originated right here in little Truro. The Inn itself is a Queen Anne-style house with amazing woodwork that has been completely restored. The food and service were excellent; this was a great final dinner in Nova Scotia.

Tomorrow, it’s farewell to Nova Scotia and back to Toronto. See you in Ontario for the final Tab of Fun.