I like things that have an air of mystery to them; I think it adds to the excitement and romance of an occasion. So when my husband and I decided to explore the Southern most part of our province, despite the foggy and rainy conditions, I was filled with visions of old inns and hotels nestled closely to the water, blurred and mysterious with the fog.
So you’ll imagine my surprise when we pulled into the parking lot at the Ye Olde Argyler Lodge and the picture in front of me was right out of Wuthering Heights – a beautiful, distinguished house, blurred slightly by the mist and fog, with an expansive garden reaching out in front of it, and the sound of close-by water. I threw the car door open (why end the dramatics now) and was hit immediately by the fresh, salt air. As we carried our bags inside, we realized that the expansive garden was a mix of flowers, various lettuces, countless herbs and even some vegetables – this was certainly a good omen of things to come. Read more »









