Nevertheless, Lynne and I went exploring.
|View from the top of the dyke. The tide is out and little water is left |
in the drying river bed.
Scarcely an hour after leaving Halifax, we made our first stop, to wander along the top a dyke that bordered the Avon River.
Dykes, large berms of earth, were built by early settlers to hold back the salt-water, tidal rivers, thereby creating and preserving, arable farmland.
|Walking along the top of the dyke, river to our right and farmland to our left.|
Back on the road, we stopped briefly under a tree near Canning. I'd been prattling on at Lynne about the Eagle Watch weekends each winter in nearby Sheffield Mills, where scores of eagles come to feed on chickens parts cast out by local factory farms.
|Can you see the eagle ?|
Next stop was the Lookoff at Blomidon. I love taking people there -- especially for the first time.
No matter what the season, the view from Blomidon is always awe inspiring, and Lynne was suitably impressed.
|The abandoned church on the road to Scots Bay.|
Sadly, we were too cold to linger there long. We chucked the ball for the dogs a few times and peered down the shore at a couple of eagles perched on a distant piece of driftwood, then high-tailed it outta there.
We stumbled across a lovely little café and Lynne treated me to a lovely lunch.
We got back to the city by 4 o'clock.
Not a bad outing for a wet, dull day.