NEW LISTING - 306 GLENGARRY ROAD

I live downtown and don’t see that changing. But Strathcona Park is a fine nearby alternative, with its up-and-down topography, as if rivers raged through steep gorges at some distant moment, long before its big trees took root, and the plentiful parks were imagined. 306 Glengarry is a fine brick home on a deep treed lot connecting directly to the park. I’d sneak in a gate, or improve my hurdling.

NEW LISTING - 1153 HAROLD BURKE ROAD

263 Acres just north of Mountain Grove. Forest and meadow, fields and hills. Great lengths of Sharbot Creek. Deer and bears and pike and eagle. Butterfly and stoat. A blue-roofed farmhouse end of a gravel road. A Rogers tower over yonder hill and providing a steady income.

436 DIVISION ST

The sellers installed their son in this fine three-bedroom semi-detached home close to the downtown core, and spent almost $120,000 making the place right. Which means there really is nothing for you to do but collect a return on their investment.

2355 RAYMO RD - RE-LISTED AT A NEW PRICE

Fifty glorious off-grid acres of forest and granite, pond and excellent cabin (and bunkie) and solar power and jaw-dropping night skies.

625 KING ST W IN GANANOQUE

A Gananoque triplex of almost 4000 sf. Not to mention eight bedrooms and 2.5 storeys. A blend of the very new and the character-full Victorian. The young whippersnapper and the grizzled veteran.

1 PLACE D’ARMES #61

A spacious townhouse condominium in Frontenac Village with direct access to the pool via a lovely terrace with apple tree.

135 JAMES ST

It’s always reminded me of a farmhouse, some clapboard remnant of Kingston’s sparser past, but I’m dead wrong, apparently. Still a fascinating Inner Harbour property, full of possibility and

AMHERST ISLAND ACREAGE

I first walked these 98 acres with the seller back in the fall of 2025 and haven’t stopped thinking about them since. I clambered down to the shoreline other side of the road, dug shards of pottery from the cliff, stared south (a little sadly) towards America. Afterwards I walked to the pond near the back of the land and marvelled at the variety of landscapes I’d moved through. There was something surreal about the experience, as if I was as likely to run into cheetah or hyena as I was tweed-clad birder. I could breathe better, and think more clearly. I wanted to both laugh and cry, sleep and run.

He was as lost as a man can be. Drugged, must be, and ripped from Marlboro-yellow snug in muggiest corner of downtown’s black-stone tavern, then press-ganged mid-night onto tin ferryboat and plundered rough-shod across inland sea. Deposited here come sunrise, shoeless, atop a desperate thin skin of Amherst’s angel field, with no more company than that haggard, lame excuse for a hanging tree, and the oily deathscream of necky cormorant, bovver-boy skua.

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