He Who Must Not Be Named is now stealing, honestly where will it end

On the side of the road going to Peggy's Cove

Those of you used to seeing me during Uni term time will remember that essentially I spend most of my time half asleep, looking more lost and confused than normal. Well I'm glad to be able to inform you that I have continued that here. My general state of alertness was not improved by training 7.30am on tuesday then supposedly having a session at 7am on the wednesday, I slept through that one, I had a quiz at 8.35 so I thought it was justifiable. Basically I like to wake up sometime between 9.30 and 10 and life conspires to stop me doing that for which I am most certainly not grateful.

Can just see the lighthouse on the left

A little island

My friday night was fairly interesting, after the place we had decided to go to decided it didn't know what a provisional licence was we had to leave and find somewhere new. Where we ended up had some nice cocktails, not exactly cheap but wasn't "out on lash" as such, so had a casual few. There was also music, as always, first an acoustic chap so as not to annoy the restaurant below, I got the impression from some of the girls he was "alright". This chap then returned with the rest of band for a set which was pretty good actually, quite folky. Then the last band came on, all in fancy dress for Halloween, the singer appeared to be dressed as a raven it was quite impressive. Anyhow they had one of the longer sound checks I have heard, which involved the accordionist doing something which could possibly be described as some kind of freeform poetry, but essentially he just went on saying random things for quite a while. Anyhow the music seemed to be a mix of Irish and Russian folk, wasn't too bad but was getting lake and fairly sleepy by this point so left fairly early. Should point out they were called Tequila Mockingbird Orchestra which seemed like a cool name. I also proved my assumption that Martini is a foul drink to be correct. The best bit of the night, however, occured walking home, a totally sozzled tramp in a 3/4 length leather trench coat with long scraggly hair meandered towards us carrying a sign saying "Voldemort stole my wand, need $$$$$ for a new one" quite hilarious, trust me.

The harbour at Peggy's Cove

Saturday was a quieter night in, ended up watching drunk people in costume wander up and down my corridor trying to find a party, presumably they were failing as I'd see the same people every couple of minutes. Ironically one of the least ranchy outfits I saw was the person dressed as 50 Shades of Grey, who'd have thought. I also watched a drunk person go into my room, realise it wasn't the toilet and then come out again, I suppose I should be grateful they realised.

They seem strangely obsessed with Bagpipers here and this
one only knew about 3 songs

Yesterday I went on a trip with my mum to Peggy's Cove which is a fairly famous tourist spot around here, it's a quaint little fishing village with a lighthouse and some fairly incredible scenery, so having remembered to take my camera I took the pictures in this post.