New Brunswick
Potatoes and Christmas trees…..
Before leaving Quebec City, we had to find a Walmart so that we could buy a voucher to enable us to top up our phone – they won’t accept foreign credit cards for online payment. Glenda’s limited French came to the rescue when explaining what we needed, and fairly soon we were on the road to New Brunswick.
According to a couple we met on our travels, some young Australian travellers they had met had been astounded at the number of trees. And frankly, one can understand why – New Brunswick is like the land of the Christmas tree. Hills and dales on either side of the road are covered by trees of all shades of green.
Apart from one fairly significant mishap along the way – the short version being Glenda left her phone in the washroom cubicle at McDonalds and Walter broke all road rules getting back to collect it – we had a pleasant drive to Florenceville, our stop for the night.
Visiting with relatives….
Margaret, daughter of Brian and Meta whom we stayed with on Vancouver Island, lives is Bath, a small village alongside the Saint John River. Unfortunately, her husband and sons were out of town for the weekend, but we were able to catch up with her and daughter, Julie, which was nice. We met them at their lovely white house along side the river and typical of the area and wandered down to the local diner – called Diner Down Under and with a kangaroo as the logo. Nothing to do with Australia, just that the diner is down stairs underground! We attended their church the following day and were given a huge welcome – added to because we were from Australia and also because Margaret’s husband in the pastor.
Homely elegance….
We spent the night at a bed and breakfast just outside nearby Florenceville-Bristol, home to the corporate headquarters of McCain foods, the largest producer of french fries in the world.
The property had been owned by Peter McCain and was absolutely gorgeous. Ruth and Ian, current owners and friends of Brian and Meta, were wonderful hosts. They have a magnificent and elegant home.
Crossing the Saint John River….
New Brunswick has a stock of covered bridges, a number of which were located around the Florenceville area. We had a long chat to a lady walking her dog as she took our photo at the Hartland Bridge, the world’s longest covered bridge.
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