The one thing ...

... that I've learnt from stopping on my way around is that it's very hard to start up again. And it was indeed hard to go back on the road. But this morning it was a case of having to. Turning on the radio and hearing Lindisfarne's
"I have no-one to call my friend"
"The road I travel has no end"
"and so I turn my face up to the sun"
"and walk on down the road to Kingdom Come"
that didn't help matters.

I really enjoy my time in Centreville with Rachel and her family and friends and I am always really sorry to leave but unless I can pull off something truly spectacular then leave I must.

In 2003 I started my circuit in Bathurst and that was where I was aiming for. I wanted to poke around the town as I didn't see it then due to the thick fog that was here. And really I didn't miss much.

But the road across New Brunswick back to the east coast was exciting, due in no small part to the fact that we had heavy snow in places. Winter is truly here and how quickly it has changed since Thursday when I was wandering around Woodstock in shirt sleeves.

So after Bathurst I had a leisurely drive along the coast northwards and as I was driving through Dalhousie and debating whether to stop at one of two B&Bs at $65 or a motel "starting from $69" in Campbelltown, I came across a motel at $59 that wasn't in the tourist guide.

And I'm not surprised either - but then again I've stayed in worse and there's the internet and a TV (it's Monday Night Football) and it might be tatty and so on but it's clean.

However if I don't blog tomorrow you will know that I will have been stabbed to death in the shower.