Murphy’s Cove

We’ve spent our first two proper nights in the Beast in a gorgeous little campsite in a place called Murphy’s Cove which is on the Eastern Shore of Nova Scotia.

This has given us the opportunity to completely unpack all our bags and put everything in the camper in order. We learnt how to fill the water, assembled our new BBQ and worked out how to use it and spent some time winding down after the last couple of really hectic weeks.

Murphy’s Cove is named after the Murphy family who have been settled here since 1750. The owners of the campsite are direct descendants of the original Murphy’s and are very friendly. Each night there is a communal campfire and Brian, the owner, cooks up a big pot of local mussels for the guests. Last night round the campfire Ryan, Brian’s son, busted out a guitar are treated us to some great cover versions of songs. I think we may have been spoilt here and we now expect all campsites to be like this !

Brian also brought out some local moonshine for us to taste. Two different varieties – two different ways to burn your throat out. I thought moonshine was only from the boonies in the USA, brewed up by scary Deliverance types – so this is the first of a whole lot of stereotypes blown out.

Tomorrow we are setting out early and aiming North to leave Nova Scotia and go to New Brunswick which is the next province along.