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| Tatamagouche village town house |
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| Well, Nova Scotia barns are succumbing to vines.... |
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All country lanes along the Sunrise Trail lead to the sea.....
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| Tatamagouche town mansion |
So many names...Musquedoboit, Shubenacadie, Stewiacke (Lower, Middle and Upper, mind you), Tatamagouche...a mix of Acadien, Miqumac First Nation and various other sources make for a challenging collection of names for towns and villages. I drove along the Sunrise Trail towards Tatamagouche, allegedly a town of grain elevators. I found one abandoned grain elevator.
But - it sure must have been a quite important rail way station - to this day as a matter of fact. However, instead of noisy shunting of rail cars, the sidings are quiet.
A remarkable number of retired rail cars - in very good condition - have retired to a couple of abandoned tracks and have been converted into an 'inn'. Yes, mobile accommodation of a different kind. Lined up around the old railway station, here they are, converted into individual suites for use of vacationing guests as well as a stationary 'dining car'. All, I must say, very much used by appreciative guests.
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| Part of the old Railway station in Tatamagouche, now a craft shop |
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| An old boiler parked amongst flower gardens |
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| Train Station Inn... |
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| Front Porch to one of the Inn suites....rolling stock. |
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Tatamagouche Railway Station, now a rather quaint inn...
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| A few arts and crafts shops and galleries line main street Tatamagouche |
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| A good place to savour a tasty Lobster Chowder |
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| Main Street House |
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| Main Street Tatamagouche a hundred years ago |
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| Main Street Tatamagouche now |
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| Quaint and cosy - Raven Gallery |
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| A little outside town, beaches and their 'hinterland' of stagnant wetlands. No wonder there are billions of giant mosquitoes swarming around. Unfortunately some unpronounceable disease has killed off many if not most of the resident bats and barn swallows, so the biggest consumers of said mosquitoes have disappeared to the benefits of the pesky insects and the detriment of human residents. |
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| The beaches are inviting...shallow water for hundreds of yards, warmed by heated sand and sun, and not exactly overcrowded |
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| Sloughs from the wetlands almost dry up during low tide, and the characteristic smell of the Atlantic, so distinct from the Pacific, fills the air with tangy sea weed scent. |
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| My travel companion, Stumpy, cooling off by laying down in the shallow waters. |
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| Just behind the sand dunes of the beach, the wetlands with algae filled ponds lined with thousands of cat tails - home to a multitude of waterfowl and hordes of said mosquitoes |
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| Bring your Deet!!! |
