The township of Annapolis Royal, where Fort Anne is located, also offered us a nice boardwalk stroll and an understanding of how French settlers built dykes to turn salt plains into arable land and developed their own Acadian culture along the way.
It's also the site of North America's only tidal power generating station and we learned about what's been achieved and what is currently impossible in terms of harnessing the Bay of Fundy's powerful, sediment-laden currents.
Heading north-east along the Evangeline Way we passed through farmland and small townships until, as we rounded the inlet created by the Avon River, we realised we were seeing another one of the Bay of Fundy's incredible low tides (but this time from the other side of the bay).
Red mud stretched out and down into every place you would expect water to be.
Just past Kempt Shore we found a campsite and thought we'd go down on to the beach for a spot of beachcombing on this low tide.
With the water's edge hundreds of metres away and no sizeable rock pools to worry about, we left the boys momentarily to their own devices.
That was a mistake.
The boys painted themselves with a thick layer of mud.
Indy was apparently the instigator and Dash was his extremely willing accomplice.
(Really, what were we thinking taking two mischief makers down on to what is effectively a massive muddy puddle?)
Their smiles disappeared pretty quickly though when we explained that they weren't coming back inside Bessie until they got every last bit of mud off their bodies.
One long and very cold wash-off later, we were all back inside Bessie.
I reflected on the afternoon and realised that my little darlings and these powerful tides have much in common - you shouldn't turn your back on them for a second.
