(Parts One, Two, and Three)

If my computer had a soul and could talk, I'm sure it would express its heartfelt apology for the delay in Nova Scotia trip photos.  It can't believe that it has been such a jerk, all changing photo file names and rejecting rotate requests and duplicating photos at whim.  So much guilt.  So much remorse.  It will never happen again, baby, I swear!

So, where were we?  Oh yes, we had just left the beautiful but whale-free Lunenberg.  On our way back to Halifax, we had a quick stop back in Mahone Bay for carrot cake and scones (vacation!), and then my sister suggested we pop into a little place called Chester.  I think with a name like Chester, I was picturing the municipal-equivalent of a 50 year old man who lives with his mom and his many collections which he would be happy to tell you all about.  I was like "Meh, sure, if you think it's a nice place" and wasn't expecting much.   

Yes, well, here's what we found in Chester:

So yeah.  Breathtakingly beautiful.  We played around on the beach and, sorry not to share, but I got some amazing photos of my gorgeous daughter Isla with the sunlight reflecting on the water around her.  It was so peaceful and lovely. 

We got back in the car and started heading out but very quickly decided that yes, twist our arms, we would have dinner on Chester's beautiful waterfront at a restaurant called The Rope Loft, which had an outdoor patio on the water.  It doesn't get much better than fish and chips, good company, and this view:

An absolutely wonderful way to finish the day.

And now I am plotting my return to Chester and I think I've got it figured out.  I'm going to become the head of Chester's tourism department because it will mean (a) I get to live there and (b) I'll have the easiest job ever.  I would just have to post one of the photos above with the caption "What is your problem?  Why do you not live here already?"

Next time (technology-willing): Suck it whales, I fed a deer!