Where the Atlantic ocean (via the Northumberland Strait) and the French and Waugh rivers meet.
Where oysters spawn, grouse and pheasants run in the undergrowth, and magnificent art appears out of nowhere.
Living art:
Where apples grow wild and delicious on the hillside, and red squirrels and black-capped chickadees loudly remind you to keep your distance.
Not that you should pay them any mind.
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