Woke to a low, slate‑grey morning in Cape Breton, the kind that makes you reach for the heater before you’ve even rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. Breakfast and coffee became a slow ritual while the rain tapped at the trailer roof. Eventually the clouds thinned, light seeped through, and we decided the day was worth salvaging with a trip out along the island’s east shore. The plan: a 6 km wander on Middle Head, a narrow peninsula that juts into the Atlantic.
The drive up stayed stubbornly wet and brooding, but patches of blue kept us optimistic. The east side of the island felt wilder than the west—windier, tighter roads, and rolling terrain that looked straight out of the Scottish Highlands. No surprise so many Scots and Irish ended up here. Best stop on the way: a tiny chocolate shop full of oddball flavours, many of them vegan, which meant Georgie could indulge without worry.
By the time we reached the trailhead the parking lot was buzzing, but we squeezed in and set off. The hike was spectacular—crashing coastal views, jagged cliffs, gulls surfing the wind, and that mix of ruggedness that felt half Welsh coastline, half Vancouver Island.
With most of the day spent, we headed back to the trailer for a simple salad supper. We’d talked about exploring more, but after days of activity and long drives, a quiet evening to recharge felt like exactly the right call.
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