We were looking for someplace to get a little lunch on Digby Neck, Nova Scotia, Canada. We thought it would be really touristy being along the Bay of Fundy, reaching out from Digby where there is a ferry going to the mainland. I didn’t pack a lunch and I was beginning to wonder if we were going to have to fast – there wasn’t much going on along this two-lane road. Then we saw this two-fer; the Schoolhouse Cafe at the far end of the local elementary school and this black truck.
The cafe was delightful and we had the best meatloaf sandwich – way beyond our expectations.
The truck, according to my resident car historian, was manufactured sometime between 1948 and 1952. Jim said his Uncle Ralph had a truck of this model that was a one ton pick-up with a 9 ft. long box that he used for farming as well as all other transportation. I love the trucks of this era. From my female perspective the lines are gorgeous, rounded and well proportioned. The design seems so happy and functional – see the wide running boards, low to the ground. If I were a younger woman and we had storage space for another vehicle, I would consider finding one of these and having it restored, maybe with some modern safety features like lane mitigation and cruise control. I do believe I have slipped into the mind game that we all play – thinking about the good old days without remembering the negatives (like no power steering, or power breaks or automatic transmission). It was work driving these old cars.
My inspiration for doing this post came from Jude’s Life in Color: Black. I’ve got a few more photos from the Maritime Provinces to post for this challenge, so stay tuned.
We were exploring the south shore of Nova Scotia, looking for fishing villages and anything else that caught our attention. We couldn’t avoid paying attention to the massive traffic jam along the two-lane road going into LaHave. We thought all the people walking from all the cars lining both sides of the road were going to the bakery/eatery on the left – but we later found out the village was having their annual clam chowder lunch. We don’t fancy crowds so we drove on through.
We were driving back mid afternoon and most everyone had cleared out so we decided we would check out the bakery and see what they had for a late lunch. Besides the front looked so inviting with the red double doors with one open and the other with an open sign, the long line of Adirondack chairs in front of the windows, and flowers in boxes.
Walking through that door was one of the highlights of our trip. Oh, the aroma of baking bread, of freshly brewed coffee, and the tempting pastries on the table just inside the door. And the pizza being kept warm by the cash register, that we bought for our lunch eaten at the counter along the front windows.
And then as we walked down the back stairs to explore the gift shop with items from local artisans and a reading room/used book store, look what we found –
Here’s wishing for you to find lots of doors that are open and lead to such delicious finds. We bought several items for our evening snack and for future culinary delights. Pure ecstasy.
I’m going through my 2017 photography files, cleaning out photos I know, after a few months’ distance, I will never publish or print. One of the criterion I use is whether an image impacts me emotionally – some have really nice memories associated with them.
This was a beautiful August morning on the southern shore of Prince Edward Island where we were camping. I put my morning coffee into a travel mug and took a short walk to the edge of the small cliff overlooking the Northumberland Straits. The sun was just coming up, weakly warming me against the cool morning wind. And the world was quiet.