Wonderings (and wanderings) from a windy isle and what I knit along the way.
For many places, the second Tuesday in November is just another work day. In coastal communities in southwestern New Brunswick, it is the day that lobster traps go in the water to begin the season. Besides the large crews on the boats, many in the community head to the wharf to watch the boats leave.…
Read MoreAssuming the weather forecast holds, tomorrow lobster fishermen on Grand Manan will set their traps. It’s a big day with fishermen trying to get to the place they want to fish. Lost bottom can mean the loss of thousands of dollars, so there’s a lot riding on what happens. One of the best depictions of…
Read MoreI’m not sure how it got to be Sunday night again, but like most weeks in the summer it flew by and seemed crammed with activity. Throw a Canada Day holiday mid-week and my concept of time really didn’t stand a chance. Canada Day was spent in Seal Cove with the infamous greasy pole:…
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Lobster fishing season doesn’t end with as much fan fare as it opens, but it is met with a different kind of excitement: traps come out of the water to be overhauled; trucks and trailers laden with them line the wharves and roads. The day that started grey and overcast brightened by the end but…
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On these cold winter days when vapour forms on the water it’s normally wispy and a bit wavy, especially near shore. This morning it had developed into a thick bank obscuring the houses across the harbour and creating an eerie glow.
Read MoreLeaving Grand Manan Island in the Bay of Fundy on January 6, 2015, with lots of vapour on the water.
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