Saturday 22 August 2026
Today as we wave farewell to St Johns, we are thankful for its hospitality, welcome and friendliness. We have loved our three days here. And that’s the cod honest truth.
We are now headed to Trinity and we’re going to take all day to get there. Despite it being a little less than a three hour drive, we plan some diversions.
We are more at ease driving now, the turns are not as traumatic although there is a tendency to trim the toe nails of anyone who might be standing on the pavement. Fortunately pavements are non existent on the highways we follow.
We head SW following Conception Bay
Despite the glorious view, a barefoot walk along the beach doesn’t appeal
Turning west we head towards Brigus, but before we reach town we stop at a wharf for a gander. We come across two couples with picnic gear waiting at the end of the deserted wharf. But soon all becomes apparent when a leisure boat pulls up and they board. Down a vertical ladder.
Gosh, isn’t it lucky that it’s not me going down that ladder?
We proceed into the absolutely gorgeous town of Brigus, which captures us immediately.
Cherrie, being Cherrie, sniffed out the Heritage Garden. She walked, I sat
Next, we moved on. To a town like no other.
It’s a pretty town
Full of tourists
And it’s called
They play on it all right
The origin of the name is uncertain. It’s been documented since 1711 and the name likely comes from an old nautical term for a wooden oar peg known as a dildo.
It’s lunchtime and we’re hungry. But is there food in Dildo? Unless one wants to join the long queue at the Dildo Brewery, there’s small pickings. In fact, there’s no pickings. We took advantage of the only option we could find. Cherrie had a vanilla milk shake and I had a pack of corn chips.
We pull out of Dildo bound for Trinity on the Bonavista Peninsula. Amazingly we stay on the right side of the highway
And finally reach Trinity. It’s late afternoon and we’re weary. Trinity looks lovely with its narrow streets and historic buildings, but we have neither the energy nor inclination to hang about. That’s for tomorrow. So we move on to our B&B in Port Rexton.
The milk shake and corn chips, plus the tiny yoghurt pot we had for breakfast, have done nothing to sate the appetite and so we seek assistance with regard to an eating house. This seems to be a bit of a problem. There don’t seem to be many within close proximity, but we are encouraged to telephone the Brightside Bistro, which had shown no availability on it’s website and beg a table on their patio, which is not included in their seating allocation. They find us a table at 6.30 and we drive 15 minutes down a rough road to it.
We patiently wait at the ‘please wait to be seated’ sign and eventually surprise someone who exits the kitchen. She finds our booking and takes us to Cindy who will look after us this evening. Cindy will finish with the spray n wipe first, and once she does she indeed takes us to a table. Her voice causes distressing feedback in my hearing aids. Cherrie tells me she experiences the same. And Cherrie does not wear hearing aids. There’s not a lot of choice on the menu, so I order the cod bowl. Cherrie has drawn the line and takes advantage of the special of the day. Lamb shanks. With veges.
Enough said
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