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.

Saturday, July 3, 2010

a trip home

Here are a few sights of a trip yesterday from Fort Point to McNutt's Island.Sandy Point Lighthouse stands on the eastern side of Shelburne Harbour, opposite Fort Point. It marks the beginning of the inner harbour and the Town of Shelburne.McNutt's Island comes into view as you pass the conspicuous boulder at Fort Point.
View of McNutt's, from the northwest.
A view of the island's eastern shoreline, looking south along the eastern channel and out to sea.Shelburne Harbour Boat Tour's Brown Eyed Girl is coming home, too. Yesterday she sailed from Lockeport to Shelburne.
The captain of Chopper I.
The Fish House.
Coming into the dock. We are currently flying the flag of Queen Elizabeth. You are only supposed to fly it when she is in residence. She's not actually on McNutt's Island, but she is somewhere in Canada this week. So we are stretching a point here and hoping the flag police are distracted by bigger crimes elsewhere.


Janet said...

How nice to have a beautiful commute and not to have to do it every day! I know I enjoy mine - climbing up the North Mountain and feeling the air cool and freshen after inhaling all the smog and hot air that gets trapped in the valley; seeing the homes and small farms starting to spread out and finally getting a panoramic view of the Bay of Fundy as I crest the height of the Mountain and begin to go down to sea level again. Pure heaven! Yours, of course, is even better as it involves a sea trip.

Anne Yarbrough said...

Janet, your trip home sounds delightful. I especially love your mountain with its spectacular Bay of Fundy view.

Anonymous said...

What a lovely place to live, so open and full of space unlike us in the south east of England who are crammed in like sardines! Speaking of which, I loved the Fish House. I remember when HRH visited Halifax when I was a little girl and we waved flags at her. I must say I didn't really know who she was! Dear old Brenda (that's what some of us prefer to call her) she's still going after all these years...