Blog by: Natasha Fillmore
We moved to Nova Scotia from Ontario when I was five. When family or friends came to visit, it went without saying that we would all pile in our blue Datsun to take them out to Peggy’s Cove to show off the awesomeness of our new province. And without fail, every single one of them was floored by the beauty they witnessed. Sometimes we even went on our own, sometimes in different weather than our visitors would experience.
In fact, some of my favourite memories of Peggy’s Cove happened in storms. I remember sitting inside the Sou’Wester Restaurant with my mother on days most visitors stayed home and we would have the place pretty much to ourselves. more…
