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Last week while visiting Nova Scotia, we were often in the company of Pad’s girlfriend who was visiting at the same time. That was more happy coincidence than good planning but it worked out well because when he travelled by bus with the team she was able to tag along with us.
Never one to miss a chance to extoll the virtues of Nova Scotia, between Laura and I we pointed out the sights and history and lore from Citadel Hill to Peggy’s Cove to Grand Pre, reciting from memory those facts we knew and filling in other pieces with reasonable guesswork that made us sound informed.
Miss J. is a lovely, smart, outgoing young woman and product of Ontario’s education system, which means there are large gaps in her Canadian history database. No worries, ma’am. I’m here to bore you.
One afternoon we took her across one of the harbour bridges to allow her a more expansive look at Halifax and as Laura rightly described it, “a true working harbour.” Cargo ships, commuter ferries and Navy frigates mix with late-season pleasure craft on these waters. The business of shipping and receiving is a big one here; the sense of a call to defend a nation is pervasive. Continue reading