Glorious Summer

My friend Anne came to visit the end of July and it was my excuse to have a wonderful, glorious holiday for 10 days.  I meant to blog each day and chronicle our travels around the Island, but we really showed our age by coming home each day and collapsing.  After we ate, of course.  Lobster, lots of lobster. 
We travelled from one end of the Island to the other, hitting as many beaches as we could, sightseeing, deep sea fishing, attending a fiddle festival in Abrams Village and eating.  Surprisingly, we only got into the wine one day and that's probably a sign of age too.  We're out of practice.

So here's a pictorial review of some of our travels and something for me to look at in the dead of winter.  I was pretty ruthless, but there are still lots of pictures.

Day two was an ice delivery and an excuse to go to Cabots Park near Malpeque.  (Day one was a five minute drive to Chelton Beach and since it's so close to home, I forgot to take my camera!)

A stretch of beach at the end of a dirt road in Kildare, where my late husband was born.  Very quiet and private.

This is called the English Church by the locals.  Just north-west of Kildare Capes, it's a place I visit every time I'm in the area.  Surrounded by woods, it's one of the most peaceful and serene places I've ever been, and it also feels like one of the most haunted.

The stone marker at the gateway to the church commemorates the great storm of 1851, called the Yankee Gale, the most destructive storm ever to hit the Maritimes.  The wind came from the north-east and caught hundreds of ships out mackerel fishing.  A total of 90 ships and 160 men were lost.  Hulls, wreckage and bodies littered the north shore. 

The memorial stone erected when the bodies of three unknown American fishermen were found wrapped in sailcloth buried in the church's graveyard.

Deep sea fishing off of New London.  A gorgeous day, wonderful tour and a great feed of cod for supper.

Just one of the lighthouses we saw on our fishing trip.  I didn't see two whales and didn't see a seal, although some of the other passengers did. 

The North Cape windfarm, always impressive with the lighthouse and tides meeting off shore, now even more impressive with fields of monster windmills.  The building gives an idea of the scale of these windmills, with one of the generators and one of the blades in the foreground.

I love the landscape left by the wind and waves.  North Cape shoreline.

North Cape shoreline at low tide.

Singing Sands beach, near Souris, at the eastern end of the Island.  The sands didn't sing to me, but they were like walking in brown sugar.  The water was so clear you could see everything on the bottom and I picked up more quartz to add to my pile of rocks.

The cliff at the opposite end of the Singing Sands beach. 

Victoria Harbour, on the way home.