Tuesday

Tuesdays are marvelous days. They don’t have the shock value of Mondays, nor do they have the pressure to get everything done that comes with a Friday. I rather enjoy Tuesdays and expected that this would be a fairly workaday and mundane sort of day. Apparently not. Two things happened. Well, more than two things,…

Mists of the Avalon

The fog has been doing fun things for the past several days. It is there one minute and gone an hour later, flitting in and out like a politician’s opinion and never staying in the same place for long. I snapped this shot a few days ago at Middle Cove beach, when the capelin were…

A return to Grates Cove

“It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings This has been a long time in coming. Almost six years, in fact. In July of…

“I can do that. I just need a wetsuit.”

Monday evening, as we stood on the beach at Beachy Cove, staring across the channel to Bell Island, I told Katherine about my friend Steph Porter and how she and her friends swam across from Bell Island to the mainland. Three miles is the distance. Almost five kilometers. It’s a long swim in open water*….

“Did we just reach a Low Point?”

After messing around in Salmon Cove, finding a hermit crab and generally fooling around with water (always fun, no matter the temperature), we meandered north along Route 70 for a ways, stopping here and there to see things that looked interesting. We dipped down into Spout Cove, which is one of those places that I’ve…

Pause. Breathe. Resume.

This is a whirl-wind, helter-skelter sort of week for us. We have three major events occurring in the next several days and my aim at this point is simply survival. Last night, after dropping in to visit with friends and their charming child, we threw our schedule to the wind, pulled over and dropped in…

“It’s a long way down,” she said, archly.

At one point along yesterday’s journey, we stopped to grab a geocache. It promised a great view and the hint indicated that it lay behind a dormant ants’ nest. We pulled off at the indicated parking area, at the Flambro Head Heritage Society Look Out/Rest Stop, found the trail head and started towards the cache….

A novelty

I have been mucking about on beaches for thirty-seven years now. I have caught crabs, squid, baby lobster, swimmy fish of all sorts, mussels, clams, starfish, eels, jellyfish and anything else that chanced along the beach on my watch. Really, insofar as Newfoundland beach critters were concerned, I figured I had a fair experience and…

The Big River, Flatrock

If you park your car at the Church in Flatrock and wander north-east along the main road, you’ll soon come to a small road off to your right called “Hickey’s Lane”.  Turning right along Hickey’s Lane and heading downhill will drop you neatly onto the East Coast Trail, heading north. You can walk this trail…

When the whales come….

Here in Newfoundland, it isn’t Easter that promises Spring and its joyously heralded successor, Summer. No, in Newfoundland, when April and May arrive, we recognise with a certain pragmatism, that this is only the beginning of the beginning of waiting for Spring and possibly Summer. Spring is a fickle creature here. It comes and goes,…

Of an evening

An addition to my gardening tools that has proven invaluable thus far this summer is the Chuck-it.* Technically, I suppose, it’s not a gardening tool. Really, if you want to be truly accurate, you’d have to call it a dog toy. However when gardening with two border collies, one of whom is under the age…

All’s Well…

… that ends well. A fitting way to describe yesterday as the body of it held the elements of both comedy and tragedy* and the ending was beautiful, yet marred slightly by bugs. Although Helena had a husband, not bugs. I had both, but I suspect my husband was more honestly come by. Katherine was…