We took the ferry from St. John to Digby. It was the most beautiful day, and we stopped in Annapolis Royal for lunch.
We were in Nova Scotia to see family, but we managed to fit in a couple of visits to museums.
Tancook Island is pretty special – there’s even a store with a pig hanging out in it!
And a little library/museum/hooked rug store/jam emporium/kids’ paradise (there’s a dory full of lego).
I typically don’t include community museums as micromuseums because they usually have a different purpose (recording the history of a local community rather than the passionate interest of an individual). They also often receive government funding, although certainly not always. But, I like them anyway, and sometimes they have treasures in them. Like this – an anvil….
and Harley Wilson, hoisting said anvil over his head.
Just saying, if you go to Tancook, and get an ice cream cone while waiting for the ferry, it might come with some … character building advice. On the other hand, someone else waiting for the ferry offered me dried durian, so that was an additional adventure (verdict: gross, but not as gross as truffle honey, which I also ate last year).
We made a few other stops in August, including visiting the Anchor Zine archive (now in Plan B in Halifax, which has the best Labyrinth-themed graffiti in the womens’ washroom).
We took Lucy back to Hirtles Beach. It’s probably her all-time favourite, but she has to stay on leash because she can’t control her love of eating seaweed and makes herself sick. Every. Single. Time.
And I finally found time to visit the Lorne Street Fire Hall (a personal collection, complete with two fire engines).
The highlight of the trip, museum-wise, was definitely Peggy of the Cove, which is, as you might expect, on the road into Peggy’s Cove.
You can’t really miss it. The Peggy of the Cove Museum is a house museum dedicated to a character in a self-published children’s book written by Ivan Fraser, who also gives extremely animated tours of the house. The plot of the book concerns how Peggy’s Cove got its name, ostensibly from the sole survivor of a ship wreck whose name was Margaret (shortened to Peggy). The books are about Peggy as she grows up in her adopted family. The museum is a whole bunch of things: an imaginary version of what Peggy’s house might have looked like, a living advertisement for the books, a house museum belonging to Fraser’s family, and, surprisingly, a setting for a series of miniature displays featuring dolls made by Ivan Fraser’s wife.
It is definitely random. The website gives a sense of what you might expect. And I can definitely tell you that you will not get away without having your picture taken in the dory, or being regaled with tales of Ivan hosting the (styrofoam) anchor over his head as shocked busloads of tourists drive by on their way to the Cove.
So that was the summer. With a few dory races, and a requisite picture of Lucy and the Bluenose.