… with the usual and traditional panic-stricken 20-minutehunt for the keys. And no-one was more surprised that I was to find them, after all of that, in their proper place. Yes, the last place to look for them of course.
Nevertheless, by 07:30 I was sitting on the docks at Baie St Anne drinking coffee and contemplating the gorgeous weather. It was absolutely taters when I woke up, all of 3°C, but it quickly warmed up once the sun rose and even despite the wind, it was lovely out.
A short drive down the road I discovered another quite little cove and thatw as the spot for breakfast, and then I continued my drive along the Acadian Trail.
One of the places that has to be visited along here is the little fishing port of Escuminac, in the Miramichi Bay.
This was the scene of a major disaster in JUne 1959. All of the boats were out fishing when a sudden storm sprang up. 26 boats sank in the gale and 39 fishermen drowned. The entire communnity was devastated by the disaster as most of the male population was lost at sea. It puts a totally different price on the kipper on your breakfast plate, events like these
In the afternoon I left the coast and headed to Centreville. There’s a tractor pull this weekend and Strawberry Moose and I will be there.
And so I stopped for lunch up on the top of Tobique on the site of the old railway station on the banks of the river about 10 miles from Plaster Rock.
And here we had an exciting incident. Some woman with a dog came by and we had a chat, and during the course of the conversation it came out that I was on my way to Centreville. She mentioned that she knew people there, even though it was about 80 miles away, and subsequent enquiry revealed that it is Rachel’s parents-in-law at the mill.
THis world is getting far to small for my liking.
