Another day on Prince Edward Island, which has a similar population to the Isle of Wight yet is four times the size. We manage to persuade a bank to change our US dollars, which we didn’t need for our Baltic cruise, for Canadian money. Even finding a bank was a real achievement – this was the first we’ve seen with stopping potential. We now might keep the van in petrol for the next week. We head in to look at the other side of Charlottetown, walking along the boardwalk by the bay. We haven’t done very well for seeing birds on this trip but we do spot some Blue Jays (identified later courtesy of Google), unfortunately though not in a photographable location. In the afternoon I give my emigrants talk to the lovely folk of PEI Genealogical Society. It was great to meet several people with Devon ancestry and also someone with Isle of Wight connections. The venue was the coach-house of Beaconsfield Historic House, which was built for James and Edith Peake in 1877. It is a beautiful building but the acoustics didn’t quite live up to the splendour.
Over the last few days it has materialised that there are things in my house that are needed in my absence. So, although I have not reached the level of being indispensable, my possessions, or at least possessions if which I am the current custodian, have. Our culinary efforts in the van have been somewhat hampered by the random kitchen equipment that is and isn’t supplied. We have a full sized fridge-freezer but absolutely nothing in which one can cook anything inside the oven. We doubt the wisdom of utilising a saucepan for this, as it probably wouldn’t be the best thing for the plastic handles. This campsite however has decent facilities and a manned reception, with a shop that sells large, heavy duty foil dishes – hurrah. These are probably designed for barbequing but can be (we hope) dual purpose – watch this space for how we fare. All the pitches we have stopped on have come equipped with places to light an open fire – a strict non-starter on UK sites. Our neighbours over past days have been using these to cook food or just to sit beside in the evening. Several have had very small, unsupervised children near these open fires. I know children can and should be taught to respect fire but we are talking toddlers here, with no adults in sight – I daren’t look.