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.

Monday, April 5, 2010

Easter walkabout

We went looking for an old graveyard yesterday. It seemed like an Easterly thing to do. And there is the vaguest rumour of there being a graveyard, somewhere. Though it is supposedly one with fieldstone markers. So, think about that. Fieldstone markers, two hundred years old, covered with lichen and moss and grass.

Anyway, it's one of our diversions, every so often, to wonder where you would make a graveyard, way back then, and then to go and look for it. Without having the slightest expectation of stumbling upon it or recognizing it if we did. But never mind.
Instead of a graveyard we found some of those really wild sheep, the ones that roam about in the vast southwest quadrant of the island.
We found a sign that somebody had left for somebody else.
And we saw the power of a sea that drags lobster traps off the ocean floor and twists them into strange shapes and tosses them along the cobble beaches;
and carves away the island, bit by bit.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

For some odd reason, we also went out to look around the local graveyard yesterday. Some of the headstones still in place date back to the mid 1800s. It overlooks the ocean and seems like such a peaceful place. No sheep though ;)