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Friday--June
15
 The town of Glace Bay lay on the next headland. Glace Bay is a busy fishing port and lobster boats were particularly thick on the neighbouring shallows. Many boat crews approached Naomi to take a closer look. We endured their good-natured comments. One skipper shook his head and called us f---- rugged. At first the crews probably thought we were locals adrift after an overnight drinking party along the shore. As they closed in though, I’m sure they saw Al’s Red Ensign hanging from the starboard spreader. That would explain our odd behaviour. We weren’t drunken locals in need of rescue after all. We were English! |
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beyond the
town of Glace Bay there was another barrier beach with a small entrance
like Bridgeport Basin. We passed it by and hoped for wind
soon.
Slowly we settled into a rowing routine and loafed along beside more
sea
cliffs and rocky shores until we reached Cap Perce. Again we had
to make a decision. The day was getting on. Once we crossed
Morien Bay and rounded the formidable cliffs of Cape Morien, we would
be
exposed to an open and rough section of coastline.
Rather than carry on, it made sense to head up Morien Bay and shelter behind another barrier beach. A deep but twisty channel led us through the shallows and into a quiet marsh behind the beach. Over supper and our campfire, we sipped our drinks and watched a beautiful sunset followed by the Moon and Mars rising before retiring to our tents. |
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