In May 2011, after four years of life on McNutt's Island, we moved to Montreal. This blog remains, though, as a (sort of) daily record of our time on the island, and a winding path for anyone who would like to meander about among its magical places. For additional perspectives and insights I recommend Greg's book, Island Year: Finding Nova Scotia (2010), and my Bowl of Light (2012). I'll continue to post once in a while. If you do want to read this blog, one option would be to begin at the beginning of it (which is, as we all know, in blog-world, at the end), and read forward, concluding with the most recent entry. It's a journal, really, so it does makes more sense if you read it that way. But, you know, read it any way you like.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Inside the fish house

I began describing Greg's restoration of the old fish house yesterday. Today I'll give you a tour of the interior. It's an easy tour since the fish house is eight feet by twelve feet. All you have to do is stand in one place and look around.
Here's what the interior looked liked before the renovation.
We discovered many interesting things stored here -- lobster buoys, tools, doors, frames, furniture, oars, fishing poles, old lanterns, things like that.
Some of these things have returned to the fish house. Now they are objects of art, or at least objects of interest.
Greg took up all the floor boards and sanded and polyurethaned them. He put down a sub-flooring of plywood before he re-installed the wood floor. He built a tiny french screen door. This door is so little that even I have to duck to get inside. So far our guests have all been quite tall (except for a new baby), but they have not complained. Greg took out the old peeled spruce pole rafters so there's no need to spend all your time ducking while you are inside.
The four new windows along the cove side give the house an open feeling in spite of its tiny size.
Speaking of ducking, we found these old silhouette decoys stored in the fish house when we moved here. They were originally black, of course. No ducks would be fooled by them now.
I wrote about the desk in an earlier post. It was in the main house when we moved here. It may have once been the desk for the island post office. The desk top looks exactly like one that is in The Ross-Thomson House in Shelburne. It could well be an eighteenth century desk top. The stand is not as old as that. So Greg painted the stand and left the top the way we found it.
There's plenty of room for a queen-sized bed. Greg built a new window high on the north wall, above the bed. It opens and closes very cleverly.

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