Another Maritime

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If Tex has a song it has to be Hank Snow’s I’ve been everywhere. If he has a second song it would be Carol King’s You’ve got a friend. There wasn’t a city in the country Tex hadn’t been and where he didn’t have a friend to call or visit. Halifax was no different.


Tex and I in Pictou, Nova Scotia with the replica of the Hector. This ship was made famous for being part of the first significant migration of Scottish setters to Nova Scotia in 1773.

We had a great dinner with Keith, Jennifer and their daughter Lil (son, Clay was sick and it turned out he had a perforated appendix…it’s slowly healing…good wishes to him). We visited Lil’s school and had a fun discussion with students, teachers and parents about knitting.


A shot of Keith and Jennifer in Ghana where they were celebrating the opening of a library they designed and helped build.

Halifax has the unique distinction of having the largest explosion of all time (at least before Hiroshima). The Halifax explosion blew up a large part of the city. These days one of the interesting outcomes of the blast is the beautiful Hydrostone district where Louise King has her yarn shop LK Yarns. 

From Halifax we drove through Windsor, the tiny town that claims to be the birthplace of hockey. Then into the Annapolis Valley to Wolfville, the home of Acadia University (and to visit more of Tex's friends). Our destination was Gaspereau Valley Fibers, which has become a mecca for wool lovers everywhere. We went for lunch at Luckett’s Winery and then checked in at Gaspereau Valley Bed and Breakfast. This sounds pretty straightforward but the Gaspereau Valley is more than is one of eastern Canada's most beautiful locations.

The yarn store was a car repair shop in WW2 and still has the old tree bents and repair pits. Dave and Brenda have llamas, sheep and chickens out the back and the ambience was further enhanced by their son's rock band practice in the upstairs loft. The Gaspereau knitters were as colourful, beautiful and interesting as their region. 

I finally got to meet Delia Burke’s sweater. It is as old as any sweater I’ve seen. She said when she bought it second hand in Vancouver in the early 60s it looked almost exactly as it does today…just as faded, just as frayed and just as worn. When she bought it she estimated its age at 30-40 years, which makes the sweater at least 85 years old.  

Delia still looks hip in her sweater—especially when she’s standing next to her Mazda sports car.

We thought we had a free day in Nova Scotia before our flight to Newfoundland—that was until Cindy asked us to do a workshop in Shelburne. Because of its incredibly well preserved 19th century waterfront buildings the town was recently used in the shooting of The Book of Negros. Tex had been to the there years ago and said it was a great opportunity to visit the beautiful little historic town and to travel part of the Lighthouse Trail which allowed us to visit Lunenburg and Mahone Bay on our way back to Halifax (and another visit to Tex's friends).

Cindy, Barb and Murray are creating an arts hub at Art Studio 138. While we had the workshop people filed in for Murray's barrista expertise. Later the children arrived to take part in Cindy's after school art classes. Soon the bookstore from across the road will be sharing the fine old building giving Shelbourne a unique cultural destination.

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