For a while we pretty much put the family walk routine on hold, every time we would try go, there would be something or someone who would end up making it.. a disaster. We kept pretty close to home lately, walking up and down our street, incase of any meltdowns. The girls are a little older now, so we thought we'd give it a try again.
So we dressed, got in the car and drove out to this spot, dodging all sorts of holes in the dirt road. We almost made it to the end of the road, when we spotted four men dressed in orange, creeping along. So much for that idea. I don't know what they were hunting, the only season open is for rabbits and various other less edible animals.
We turned around and decided to try find another spot. Driving pretty much aimlessly, we ended up in the small town of Warkworth, and decided to walk around there instead.
I didn't know much about the place, except that the honey we buy is from there. It turns out it's a very cool little place. We noticed first off, that there were 3 cafés. Intriguing, for a place with a 2 block long main street. It reminded me a little of Cumberland in BC. It seemed to have a historic presence, and a very thriving artsy, hippie culture.
We went into a shop called Cheeky Bee Candle Company and were greeted by their dog, as we entered. We knew we weren't in Trenton anymore. We discovered the owners were transplants from Toronto. They couldn't stop expressing how great, how welcoming this little community is. It's hard to find places like that, especially when you're an outsider, as we always are. There were a few more neat shops I'd like to see there, but that will be left for another day.
So we left Warkworth with a handmade beeswax pillar candle and some honey sticks for the girls, but not before checking out the real estate boards on our walk back to the car.