It’s been really cold for November, with temperatures below zero and high winds making it feel in the -20s Celsius. I’ve watched the harbour for days now, expecting it to freeze, though it would be earlier than usual. Saturday morning, as I drove past the harbour, it was filled with slushy ice.
Friday night, it wasn’t. The night had been bitterly cold and as people began their walk along the boardwalk Saturday morning, they spoke of the early return of the ice. Too soon was the common sentiment.
The wind was high as I took some photos, making it difficult to keep the camera steady with uncovered hands. Aim and click, quickly!
“The harbour’s slushy. Won’t be long now and she’ll be caught over,” I said to my husband when I returned home. He understood the Newfoundland phrase perfectly. He too has been watching the harbour for the formation of ice.
Note: In true Newfoundland vernacular, caught is pronounced cot.