It rained buckets, the wind bent the trees and the temperature was unseasonably cold. It was one of those stay-in days unless you had to venture forth. We didn't.
The next morning it was sunny though chilly again. That sun alone was enough to tempt my husband and I to take our latest visitor, Georgie, the golden grand-dog and head out.
We dressed for the cold.
Thunder Cove on the north shore was our destination. It is a pristine beach
with a sandbar offshore, making the waves break a distance from the beach. Cliffs in the west and sand dunes in the east, give a variety of island beaches in one setting. Only a handful of people were on the beach though many of the cottages in the area were occupied.
Lunch was at cottage level overlooking the beach as we watched the lobster boats travel the Gulf of St Lawrence.
The sound of the ocean filled the spaces in the conversation. Listening to the sounds of the planet was a welcome break from the clamour of world news.
This beach has a tea cup sea stack which we wanted to see again this year. However, high tide made that part of the beach inaccessible to us older folk. People with more courage and younger joints climbed the cliff to transverse the high tide mark.
We retreated but not before we had a closer look at the sea caves.
One might expect giant mice to peek out of the mouse hole-like erosions in the sandstone.
Some holes were cave-like, big enough for a person to stand inside, bigger than last year as you can see.
On the east side of the beach, Morrison's Pond empties into the Gulf, crossing the beach. We could hear the sand along the banks of the stream falling into the water.
Rather than cross the stream and get wet on this cold day, we left Thunder Cove to return on a warmer day at low tide.