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As I had stated, I hadn’t planned to leave St. John’s so early. I was hoping to arise at seven or so in order to wander about before the city woke up – Saturdays and Sundays are great for this and this would be even greater as I was sure that there would be a mess due to the George Street Festival.

The plan was to wash the sheets and curtains so that I could stay a bit longer but I realised that I couldn’t start any of this until the group downstairs woke up.

Finally left at nine for my read of the Globe at Hava Java as the city was already at it and George Street pretty clean.

Arriving back, the downstairs people were waiting as they were going on one of those puffin and whale watching ships and needed to know when they could move upstairs.

I was going to pack the machine and head out for a walk but then realised that with milk and other perishables in the machine it would be best to head up to Pouch Cove then back down to do what I want.

Somehow I ended up in Witless Bay Line leaving the photographs with the people that I saw on Thursday.

Was recognised by Kay and Al. Invited up on their deck for a chat and spent about an hour hearing more about the area and meeting more of their relatives.


Photographed a sign on one of the cabins – where I met the only person who was suspicious as he thought that I was going to make money off it – if only.

Others had joked about me being with the government but John here was more interested in money. Bob – his son – said if don’t have to do with money he ain’t interested.



Leaving the plan was to see Tors Cove – don’t know why I kept passing it and thinking that it would be a great place to wander, looked picturesque enough, some people that I am acquainted with live there why not.

Stopping at the North Atlantic just outside Bay Bulls, I thought that since I have the other snaps why not do a Newfoundland version of what I do in the States all the time. Cappahayden wasn’t all that far. I could rattle off the towns between here and there and – well why not again.

It is strange what I consider a waste of time right now, organised get togethers are a waste of time, I get antsy, don’t have much time for openings only go suppers to talk to people whom I haven’t seen and who don’t show up anyway.

It isn’t a waste of time – however – to stop overly long for a mug up and to drive the same road over and over again. It is also worth noting that Route 10 to Pouch Cove is driving me crazy with the traffic but even though I can rattle off the towns on the Southern Shore the ride is still interesting – a couple of years ago though it wasn’t.

Didn’t really worry about making time instead I turned off at places that at one time piqued my curiosity – La Manche - not the park – was an example it was an example also of not living up to expectations – nice cottage country but the provincial park won in the long run as it blocked getting to the ocean.

In my ironic mood stopped in Ferryland as the ball park was empty and not under construction photographed it thinking that this was the original home of the Orioles – The Ballpark at Avalon Yards – Baltimore Ferryland.

There were also some quite nice weather patterns as mauze had covered the Colony of Avalon and the temperature must have dropped 5C, kept rolling down and up different combinations of windows to adjust the temperature. When I started photographing the pitch there was a slight haze by the time I had finished it was bright sun and sultry once again.

There were minor diversions for Basketball hoops, closed conveniences, and a bevy of laundry lines. The spectators in these places must have wondered where this tourist belonged as he had never seen clothes lines before.

In Cappahayden it seemed that I hadn’t brought all the photographs with me I had left the one of Cecil someplace lost in the move – with some red tea. I did bring the photograph of the South Carolinians and since they weren’t home. I hung the photograph on their laundry line.

This time no dogs escorted me – with their owners at home I guess they had little use for CFA tourists.

Duckish sat out on the half picnic table writing, happy that the bed and breakfast 200 metres away has such a strong wireless signal. But it was time to be social.