Cloverdale

Walk Cloverdale and you feel like you’ve stepped into a small-town movie set: clapboard storefronts, a courthouse clock, and the occasional hay truck rolling down Main Street. The strip is honest—antique dealers, corner cafes with chipped mugs, a handful of craft pours and neon barber poles elbowing boutique windows. Locals treat it as a weekday rhythm and a weekend stage; Saturday markets and the long-running rodeo turn the fairgrounds into a loud, sunburnt celebration while film crews quietly reset a storefront for tomorrow’s shoot. Evenings soften into patios, porch lights and country-leaning tunes from a neighborhood pub. Cloverdale acts as Surrey’s small-scale cultural anchor, where farming roots, settler history and newer immigrant-owned shops coexist without fanfare. It’s one part community hub, one part festival town—best done slowly: a morning coffee, a ramble down Main Street, and a summer return when the town strips off its quiet and becomes a noisy, communal thing.