The port was busy with boats returning with the day’s catch. We watched as they sped through Alberton Harbour, past the old lighthouse, now privately owned,
and slowed as they neared the entrance to the boat pond.
Inside the pond,
each boat tied to its berth at the wharf and unloaded the catch. Lobster doesn’t come any fresher.
The fishery is highly regulated and monitored on Prince Edward Island to ensure its sustainability. A Fisheries and Oceans vessel launched
while we watched and headed out to the fishing grounds.
It was a sunny day, though cold enough for winter clothing. Nearby, on a sandspit, my husband and I had our picnic, using the car as a windbreak. Two vehicles were parked nearby. While we ate, a small boat pulled up and two oyster fishermen came ashore to have lunch in the warmth of those vehicles.
It was too cold to eat in the boat on the water.
Nearby, a Greater yellowlegs was unperturbed by the cold or the activity on its little stretch of sand. It waded around in the rising tide, calling out to its friends.
That day, we watched the interaction of humans and nature as it unfolded around us and relished every minute.
