I had another excellent night’s sleep and yet another really vivid dream. As a result I wake up fully refreshed at … errr … 08:30, which, after going to bed at 10:00, is something of a record for North America.
We’re still in wet and clammy weather after yesterday of course but slowly the morning brightens up, and not before time either.
I eventually go round to the garage and have a good long chin-wag with everyone there, and even help Darren MoT a car. Once I’ve done that I head off to Woodstock to try my luck at the council again.
I’m at a place that’s probably 9 kilometres south of a place called Lakeville on the brow of a high ridge. I’ve no idea how far that is away from where the wind turbines are but you can see them for miles.
It’s a magnificent view though isn’t it? You can see exactly why they installed the wind turbines up there. There’s nothing around for miles to interrupt the flow of wind.
By the time I got to Woodstock I was half a … "yawn;" – ed … and much to my surprise the council offices are open.
The girl there is very helpful – tells me some of what I can and can’t do.
There’s a good place to eat my butty down on the river bank and then wander off to do some shopping (well, not much because apart from gas there isn’t anything much else that I need right now) and then back home (and isn’t it nice to be able to say that here in Canada?)
I’ve taken a little deviation to the North Branch Meduxnekeag River (and I hope that I’ve spelt that correctly).
The reason why I’ve come here is that I saw a sign down the road pointing this way that said “Jackson’s Falls” and the name looked interesting.
As for the falls – well, I have to admit that I’ve seen better but they do look quite attractive.
The bridge might not look like very much but what caught my eye was that it carried a maker’s plate, and that’s not something that you see every day.
It was built by the Dominion Bridge Company in Lachine, which is where the rapids are, just outside Montreal, in 1928. And so it made me wonder how people crossed the river back before then. Did we have a ramshackle timber bridge, or did people have to ford the river as best as they could?
And on that note, I could go back home.
