Best wishes, from Grand Manan.
(Stanley Beach; -12C (-23C with windchill)).
Best wishes, from Grand Manan.
(Stanley Beach; -12C (-23C with windchill)).
… but, thankfully, no fire in the sky.
This is -10C air over salt water.
Let me explain something.
This:
is a cheese plate.
And this:
is a wanna-brie .
Opening up the familiar wood box, I was astonished to find a sealed
plastic tub inside. Think of the “hankie” scene from the opening
of “The Commitments”.
Look more closely at the labelling — from the country that has to
label when its cheese is food:
It is, indeed, “CheezWhiz” with brie flavour undertones.
And, lest there be any doubt about its “real”ness — check the
ingredients, the first of which is “natural cheese”. Cheddar
cheese, no less.
It is a relief to know it contains dairy.
Wow.
We had a pretty good blow last night/this morning, on Grand
Manan. Winds were sustained at 50km/h, with gusts up to
70km/h. A night to appreciate a well-insulated house!
It was windy enough that the ferry didn’t run last evening or this
morning, until the 11:30am departure from Grand Manan. A
good day to plan to be going nowhere.
Dashing home from a week of meetings, sliding in by 7pm, time to
unpack, do laundry, repack and take care of some work deliverables, so
that at 6am I’m on my way to our favourite place on Grand
Manan.
We transited Halifax, which is still digging out from 30cm (a foot) of
snow.
And clambered onto the Beechcraft
18-seater for the flight to Saint
John — big sunset, small plane.
An hour south of Saint John, we grabbed supplies in Blacks Harbour, and
made the 5:30pm ferry — arriving on the island at 7pm, to a fully
working (and warm!) house (but no Internet — hence the delay in
posting this).
Some words of wisdom you might have occasion to take advantage
of… if you are hanging around in the home turf of these guys
these are not the proper
footwear
unless you really like to share your shoes with lots of this
If the depth has been lost in the digital photograph, let me assure you
there’s a good half cup (125mL) of sand from that shoe.
It turns out that the sand is really fine — finer than the mesh of the
running shoes — so it seeps right in. After a few moments, your
brand new, expensive running shoes feel like they are lined with
cement, and your feet are feeling like they ought to be moving out.
Geez! The grief I got for displaying non-handknit socks ๐
So, here we are again — with socks
handknit from Fleece Artist SeaWool that I bought at Cricket Cove,
St.
Andrews, NB, when we visited this part of the world last
year. (Yes — yarn does occasionally get used within the year it
was purchased… ๐ ).
Still — my feet, my socks,
my window, my view…!
Metaphorically speaking, of course…
But, this view is hardly hard to take — looking down Flagg Cove from
Grand Manan Island, in New Brunswick, Canada.