The same flu that laid me low for a while, also had its way with friends, Amy and Mickie. As a result, we delayed our outing to Duncan's Cove until Sunday, when the weather was nicer and we were feeling more like our old selves.
It was an easy, scenic drive down Purcell's Cove Road, which offered lovely views across the widening harbour, toward the open Atlantic. We parked, and within minutes were walking along the rocky shore.
We came across this massive beat-up buoy that had been hurled a hundred metres out of the ocean. We guessed that the individual links on the chain weighed at least 20 pounds each. I know, I know, "metres" and "pounds". I can relate to distance in metric but not weight. Go figure.
I crawled underneath to see what there was to see, while Mickie peered in through a split in its shell.
|photo credit: Amy B.|
I poked my camera inside and asked the flash to reveal what I could not see.
Mickie has an app on her phone that spits and creates mirror images of photos. She took this AMAZING photo ! Click it to get the full effect. Do you see the face ?
The shore is peppered with WWII gun battery emplacements, that have fallen into ruin.
From one of them, Mickie and I, contemplate the vastness of the ocean.
Glancing up, I was surprised to see that two of the round emplacements, had been incorporated into the foundations of homes on the cliff-edge.
|Yep, that's Trey. Luckily, no one was home.|
To get up to see these cliff-edge homes, I clambered up the rocks, and with help from Wendy and Trey made it to the top.
Amy took this shot of me. She calls it, "Find Sybil".
We'd been rambling around for a couple of hours, with many places yet to explore.
"Where to next?" Amy asked.
I was embarrassed to say I was beat, and just wanted to go home for a nap. Luckily, I wasn't alone, as Mickie expressed the same desire.
Apparently this flu bug wasn't quite finished with us yet, so we gave in and headed home.
But we're already looking forward to our next outing.
And our next nap.