March 9, 2008. Western Head, Nova Scotia. Driving.

I wonder how long the wind will blow. That is the question. In the middle of the night, the wind blew so hard we both woke up . Our home is old, a farm house with lots of dormers, built at the turn of the century, around 1910. We added a garage and a master bedroom over the garage, with more dormers. So the house has retained the old charm. But does that wind roar. This morning our trash cans were scattered all over the property. All day yesterday and all day today the wind has been blowing hard. But not as bad as last night. But the temperature has been mild with lots of rain, but no snow. For that I am grateful. Both my brother and sister have piles of snow.

After dinner Ken & I went out to the hot tub. You had to be brave to get out there, with all the wind, but once you were in that hot water you would think you were in heaven. Sooner or later you do have to get out. That is the only problem.

This afternoon we drove along the shore road to Bridgewater. It is a beautiful drive, and we have driven it many times, but today it was especially beautiful. The trees are bare and the grasses are down, so all the houses are visible from the road, so we just ambled along and enjoyed the view. Not much action tho. All the antique stores and cafes are closed for the season. We expected to walk along the boardwalk at Rissers Beach, but the cold air and wind made Ken cough too much so we walked in the Mall in Bridgewater, a very safe and comfortable spot. With the wind blowing all the way, the waves breaking on the rocks made for a spectacular picture.

Our life in Liverpool includes a lot of social life. This afternoon Pam and John Winters invited us for ealy cocktails. They live three houses along the shore from us which we like a lot becauses they live here year round. They both retired 4 years ago from Ontario. Pam is a retired school principal and John still designs and writes about canoes and kayaks. So they are interesting pleasant and competent people. Last evening we had dinner in the home of our friends Betty and Vinol Smith, both local folks, born and raised in this County. We ate wild duck, shot by Vinol. Betty is a good cook. Then Thursday night we had dinner in the home of our friends Mary and Walt MacDonald. They live in a most wonderful home, old with 15 foot ceilings, all beautifully furnished. They are real estate agents and we like them a lot. Their world is a very different world of real estate than is ours, but they thrive and survive. Tonight we are staying home. Ken is doing well but enough is enough.