The First Post - 03 March 2012

@September 2008

Looking out to L'Archeveque Harbour from the old carriage house hill - boats all up - cranberries ripening - and a cold breeze telling me that it is getting time to leave for home.  And every time I do I get that strange gone-ness feeling of leaving friends, and a way of life as if I were born to it, behind perhaps for the last time.

[and even here the pleasant world of the early second-half of the twentieth century is rapidly moving into the sterile anonymity of the twenty first century as evidenced by the close to disappearance of the locally owned and operated fishing boats - when going onto the wharf you are lucky to see a local face - mostly all strangers as in another world.]