Nestled neatly in these painted Hills, Wakefield, is so much more than just a place.
For many, it is a sanctuary; a quiet heartbeat where nature’s rythm aligns with our own.
It is a place to connect, to say hello, to gather.
And then, there is the river…
The Gatineau, with its ever-changing moods, flows like a storyteller through the heart of this village.
On misty mornings, she is particularly alive, whispering secrets to those who pass by, to those who choose to listen.
Dawn or dusk, there’s something magical about standing on these banks, inhaling a cool breeze that carries the scent of pine and earth.
The river isn’t just a body of water moving through Wakefield—but the lifeblood that connects and binds us.
Then again, I don’t really have to tell you any of this. If you are fortunate enough to have visited, or call this place home, you already know.
Wandering Wakefield 