Bulwinkle’s B&B

I don’t know why Brady from Kentucky came up with the name Bulwinkle’s for his B&B that he comes up to every year with his dog to run for the summer holiday season, but it certainly suits the place and reflects the character of its owner. Brady is a gregarious motorcycle aficionado, cook, “homme à tout faire”. His passion (one of many no doubt) is making large size prints of material from old magazines. A large selection of his works are displayed on the walls of the hallways, and all the rooms in this large old house.

Here is a selection.

Brady owns a number of second hand large-size printers, including one that he picked up at Universal Studios in California, that he maintains and uses to make his prints which he sells at antique motorcycle shows, along with used motorcycle parts. The only other six guests at the B&B were a Ukranian family of four from Moncton, mom, dad, a three year old son and beautiful 11 month old Catherine who is just starting to walk, and the mother's sister and her partner who live in Amsterdam. As is so often the case with many visitors to Canada, they have no concept of the size of our country. Upon arrival for their two week holiday the sister was saying that they would drive around Nova Scotia and then onward to British Columbia. 

After breakfast, with a few hours to kill before the ferry to Îles de la Madeleine was scheduled to leave I circumnavigated the eastern tip of PEI. 

Due to a medical emergency the ship was more than an hour late leaving Souris for the five hour crossing to Cap Aux Meules. 

We landed around 8:00, and after checking into Auberge Madeli I went out for a delicious dinner of oysters, mussels and a local beer (Écume) at Resto Les Pas Perdus (either The Lost Steps or The Not Lost- either way a great name).

As the weather forecast for Friday and Saturday called for rain, wind and cold, I decided to rent a car to tour the Islands. So far it`s turned out to be the right call. I would not want to be riding in this weather, or having to spend two days in a hotel room. This morning I made my way to the end of the road at La Grave, the small historic/tourist village La Grave at the western end of Île du Havre Aubert.

I was going to visit the Musée de la mer but was informed at the desk that it would soon be closing for the staffs lunch break; after all, and I agree, le déjeuner ensemble is so more important than keeping the place open for a few admission paying tourists. 

On the way back I contacted La Table des Roy and made a reservation for dinner this evening.