One morning, Randy and I wandered into Peggy’s Cove’s small working harbour, where the fishing boats rested quietly against the tide. The red Harbour Mist immediately caught his eye, its reflection glowing against the still water. Behind it, weathered boathouses and brightly painted homes climbed the rocky slope—blue, yellow, green—a splash of colour against the soft morning light.

It felt like stepping into a painting: vibrant yet authentic, a glimpse of everyday life that balances the rugged Atlantic coast with the charm of this little fishing village.