RISE TO THE nylon brilliance of your tent and emerge to gawking gulls and the taste of the maritime breeze. Blearily meander past more tents and through bramble pathways to a clearing of so many Peter Rabbits staring upwards – refusing to scatter until you are within arm’s reach, then bounding into the fantastical world just beyond the thicket’s edge.

As the trail turns from rich brown earth to beige sand, the limitless sweep of the Bay of Fundy, shored by copious beach at low-tide, reveals itself. Deposit your shows atop the grassy dunes and walk the lonely shore-break.