For those of you who can't get enough of historical maritime fishing villages (and who really can?*), I give you Peggy's Cove. Despite the fancy looking camera, I'm not actually a very good photographer. It belongs to my sister and it took ten minutes of fiddling with doo dahs and whatits before I figured out how to zoom. By then I decided I had mastered all I was capable of. 
We took my cousin Patrick along and while hanging out with him that weekend I made a startling discovery that I may in fact be a dorky thirteen year old boy judging by our common interests and behaviour. Well a gay thirteen year old boy since I like the lads. And just to be clear, the grown up and age appropriate lads. *Judging by the amount of surly bored looking teenagers with their arms crossed, that statement may be incorrect
