Westend Bed & Breakfast Kingston
872 Winchester Lane Kingston, Ontario, K7P 2S6, Canada
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No more Chicken Fried Chicken
... I'd like to quote one of the commercials we heard on the radio, it pretty much sums up how we feel: "If you look up Awesome in the dictionary, it will tell you to see Kingston". If you want to read about how awesome Kingston is, check out my blog where I write about the city, surrounding area, and islands at this link :
http://blog.travelpod.com/travel-blog/l olly/my_own_backyard/tpod.html
Thanks for ...
Hurry Hard!!
... car to get all our stuff loaded!!!! Even had to make an extra trip back in the morning before Barb left….just to get a couple more things!!!! The flea market is an amazing place, all the things to buy, but don’t really need. We did get a lecture from Scott when he came to the market with us about "needs & wants"!! Leave your visa card at home”. Where have we heard that ...
Row, Row, Row Your Boat
... d finished, and was treated to French toast and sausages for my final cooked breakfast on the farm. The sausages weren’t the tubular shape I’m used to, but instead what we’d call a hamburger back home; they tasted delicious, and were organic pork from a local farm, which of course made them taste even better, although I still managed to find some gristle.
With my body more than adequately fuelled for the work ahead, I set to work raking the leaves, ...
Do Country Folk Not Watch Horror Movies?
... ceiling to drop hay through was right over where they stood, so after climbing into the loft I opted to drop it into the tack room and sort it in there rather than risk knocking a horse out cold. With the horses happily eating hay, it was time to tackle the next task before darkness dropped its blanket over daylight, which meant popping my work gloves on and carrying as many of the chopped logs into the basement as I could.
I turned on every light possible to ...
Dennis, The Fire Truck Or The Fire-Fighter?
... worried about the horse and her fate, I must admit that my first thought was about this blind horse panicking and running up the road where Emily, Clara, and I were standing, possibly wiping us out in one fell swoop. I froze in an amalgamation of the fear and shock as I watched her panic-stricken eyes roll as she pointlessly struggled to recognise anything about her surroundings from her dark perspective.
Earlier in the day I’d met ...


