Went away with Fred for some Mommy and dog time. Researched a lot of places that will allow dogs, Bed & Breakfasts first priority. Some of the chain hotels allow pets but they're not the setting I imagined myself in. So I contacted a few B & B's. One of the ones I found didn't have an Email option so I had to call. The lady I spoke to, Corinne, was so enthusiastic and informative that she won me over.
So on a Friday afternoon, after getting home from work, packing, saying goodbye to hubby and kids, and making the 1 hour journey on the Eastbound 401, I arrived at Brookside Cottage B & B, in Bowmanville, Ontario. I had brought my spliced together Google map. That, with the directions from Corinne, enabled me to arrive without incident at her location. It was dusk when we arrived and we had just enough time to unpack the car, get a micro-tour of the property, and settle in before it got dark.
That first night I saw three large brown rabbits but they jumped away too quickly for my camera. Fred saw them too.
This is a picture of the one room cottage I stayed in. No interior pictures this time around.
I would definately come back, but I am not close enough to anyone that I would want to share a one-room cottage, with simply a curtained off corner where the toilet is. It was very cozy indeed!
There were some (very friendly)resident ducks. Apparently the kind most favoured by restaurants - Muscovite (spelling?). Fred tried to sample the menu on Saturday; he tries to kill anything with a tail. At one point he got a sharp jab to the muzzle to remind him to watch his manners.
CORINNE MAKES GARDEN ORNAMENTS USING CEMENT, 'STAMPED' USING THE BROADLEAF PLANTS FROM HER GARDEN
Most of the time, when I wasn't taking Fred for a stroll so that he could stretch his legs, I sat at a table on the covered bridge that Corinne had built. I got to sit over a rushing, babbling creek that boasts trout and spawning salmon in the Spring time. Bugs were at a minimum, but what there were plenty of were pretty little birds in a variety of colours. I tried to take pictures of the birds but I haven't quite figured out my camera enough and everything with wings turned out too blurry to post here : (
It would be easier to get a nice outdoor shot of this bridge pre-Spring due to how much the lush foliage hides it...
All the while I'm sitting on the bridge doing my cross-stitch, I hear the calls of the birds, the chirps of the red squirrels, the rustle of wind shaking the boughs of the leafy mature trees, and I couldn't help but think, "Who could sit here on a day like today and have a bad thought about life? Wouldn't it be nice if this day could go on forever?" It's the kind of day that is perfect in so many ways...bright, warm, breezy enough to discourage bugs but not enough to send the bits of my project flying. The air was silent of the noise I'm used to in the city, yet full of nice kinds of chatter and chirps.
I'm going to attach a few more pictures that highlight some of the unusual or especially interesting fixtures in the gardens.
A WATERWHEEL, ABOUT 6 FEET TALL
THE TEE-PEE THAT CORINNE'S SON BUILT
THE FIREPIT
Corinne was such a dear, she very graciously allowed me to choose my own breakfast time (she was truly an angel), and check-out time. I took full advantage to spend a 2nd afternoon on the bridge to try to get more of my cross-stitch done. And drink a little more wine.
HERE'S FRED
HERE'S MY BLACKBERRY BUSH/90 LB HURTLING DOG WAR-WOUND
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