When I was a little girl, people lived in this house. Kids played here. Puppies were born here. Stories were told into the evening. When I was a girl, the road went to this house. You could walk there. There was a wharf, too, in the deep cove in front. There was often a sailboat….
Category: Notre Dame Bay
Time slows
When you’re on an island without electricity, running water or much communication with the outside world, time slows right down. You live with the rhythms of the sun and tides and begin to feel the daily round in your blood. You eat when hungry, rest when tired and stop frequently to appreciate that you’re just…
Evening thoughts
Evening walks on an island with grass tracks and no vehicular traffic. Every house on these islands has its own unique view of the world and every one of us is convinced that our view is the ultimate view on the islands. Over the years I’ve managed to scope out a lot of the views…
Exploits days
Just a few photos to show we’re still alive. The weather has been quite decent and we’re having a spectacular time. There’s nothing quite like an evening at Exploits. Between the sunsets and the lamplit evenings of chatting, the evenings are some of the nicest times. The kids have been having a whale of a…
A “Disappointed House” No Longer
For many years, I thought of this as “the disappointed house,” stealing the phrase from L.M. Montgomery. It sits at the base of a hill on Exploits Islands, just below what was a schoolhouse and above where the bridge used to be. I remember it from my childhood as “Percy Jeffrey’s House,” but it has…
Raising the Bar Strength & Conditioning 