On the way to Lunenburg, we hopped out of the car to catch a glimpse of a typical Nova Scotian scene. Not surprisingly, boats are involved. And water.As we strolled around, a dog named Ruby ran down the hill behind us. She was apparently delighted to see strangers. Her owner followed when the dog ignored her calls. What followed was proof that at least some Nova Scotians are as friendly as the stories (I've heard stories, anyway) suggest.
The woman's name was Joyce. She was 84 years old. And five minutes after she struck up a conversation with my aunt about how she built her house, Joyce invited us inside. And we didn't lock the car doors as we walked up her steps. If you are from a city in Ontario, you'll likely understand the habitual anxiety that tends to set in after unlocked anything. So that was Joyce.
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Ah yes. Joyce the painter, who is trying to sell her house in Northwest Cove in order to build a new place in Queensland. How she could give up a view of Alan and Budge Wilson's home for a panoramic view straight down St. Margaret's Bay is a mystery.
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