Is a little village by a bend of Kemptville creek. There’s not much there, really: the general store & post office, public school, and a fancy restaurant (the Brigadoon). Seems to me that the establishment is known as much for its tolerance of smoking as for its food — because of municipal bylaws, it’s legal to light up on the premises (as opposed to smoke-free establishments in nearby Kemptville and Ottawa).

So, the overall impression is that it’s not a bad place for a bit of ice cream and minnow watching down by the dam. Some folks were fishing, but we didn’t see them reel anything in. Other times though, we’ve seen pike in the shallows below the dam. Mudpuppies, too, in the cooler months. On the way home, we pulled into the village cemetery, looking for some Oxfords. Nothing turned up.

Later on, we ended up picking black raspberries. Now, you might be inclined to pick them while they’re red, but they’d be some sour if you ate them that way. Plus, they’d be tough picking; when they’re ripe and black they almost fall off the bush by themselves. Anyhow, between mosquitoes and thorny branches, it was a prickly affair. While the bushes have been there for years, this harvest is the largest in recent memory. Lots of rain this season.