Talking of the causeway, I have a story that's kind of related that I think I've already told Sand. Back in WWII (and before) there was no causeway and everything had to go over on a ferry, including a train. Anyway, during the war the ferry and everything on it weren't allowed to have lights on them as that would make them vulnerable to enemy planes. Then one day my great uncle was in a float plane that wanted to land on that stretch of water and they couldn't see the train and they ended up crashing into it and he died
I've known that story for a lot longer than I'ver ever known where Cape Breton was so it was interesting to visit and we had a hotel room looking out over that straight.
Once day I'll go back to buy some of Stace's chocolates and hunt for mooses
(that's hunt as in look for, not hunt as in shoot, just in case anyone was worried).
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