My skin radiated warmth from the sun, but the heat was bled quickly by the cutting ocean wind. I was only vaguely aware of these sensations, mesmerized as I was by the incredible view. This view was best appreciated the same way as I approach a fine scotch whisky: through slowly engaging all the senses. Most obviously, I swirled the glass full of sights. The immense ocean, glittering as the waves danced in the sunlight. Turning, there was a serene lighthouse framed by the background of a brightly multicoloured fishing village. The regular murmur of the waves was only broken by all the delighted tourist voices. Everybody was prevented from having negative thoughts, I think, by the awe-inspiring environment. On the nose, the salty ocean air was carried by the wind; so much so that it left a pleasant saline taste in the mouth. With my feet firmly planted on the ancient boulders of this famous site, time slowed as I became lost, enchanted with notions of timelessness, the vastness and depth of the storied ocean, and the humbling feeling of being a lone being touched by a glimpse of heaven.

Peggy's Cove is a moment in your life you will always remember.

The gift shop (and sincerely friendly employees) was also a surprisingly lovely experience!