The early morning sun and I chased the fog westwards - the light slowly burning away the mist and revealing more and more of the Valley as I made my way to Bridgetown. Apple orchards, rolling fields and century homes as far as the eye can see. I arrived a bit early and decided to explore - a sign for Valleyview Provincial Park caught my eye and I followed Church Street north to the entrance of the park.

What a view.

A similar feeling to standing on top of the Look Off as you approach Blomidon in the East. Minus the Minas Basin, but not lacking in grandeur. What a rich province we live in, and what a rich part of the Valley. Endless history and character. Brightly painted homes and gardens full of blooming irises. A fantastic start to the day.

This was a special one. A day that was a long time in the making. Years. A true small town wedding where stories aren’t necessarily told - they’re recounted to the tune of laughter and tears. When everything comes full circle and everyone involved recognizes the fact that what is taking place makes perfect sense.

It always has.

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