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Actually preparing a meal calmed me down. There was a hint of normal life cooking and eating food on something other than a petroleum product and having to be responsible for the clean up. I feel that arriving at a destination before midnight might have had something to do with it.

It still being light out we went for a wander in town after the dishes were down and everyone was unpacked. It was to be a quick walk to again acclimatise us to not trying to cover great bits of space in little time.

I took the digital camera only as a nod to not making work but simply to get bloggable snaps. The demarcation has been made. While thousands of images are digital they have been mostly made for the blog, snaps for my mother who sends me ahead to make snaps so that she can see what is there, thingies, or pixtures of people.
Wasn’t too keen on Twillingate, too much activity, too many people passing through too much traffic. It was hard to cross the main road.

Photographed the convenience. Then while Baleful the intern was making those oh so artful snaps I went into a church yard to document it and the church as my mother has a fascination to them.

It seems that the people of Twillingate do also. After a chat with Jeff whose friend’s dog was the first of many to be curious- Jeff is a mechanic at the Esso in town and wanted to know if I drank, on of the church wardens came out to ask if i wanted to see the inside of the church. Still in the U.S. disaffected mode coupled with a bit of not wanting to bother the gent. I declined until I saw him go over to another group – Victorians - ask them. Summoned Baleful and we both went in to see the restored United church.

I had forgot to slow down enough to listen to people – even though I didn’t have a camera worthy of making snaps and thus didn’t have to worry about light, time or really anything.

It was more to listen to what he had to say but it did again distance the manic racing trait that I had acquired over the past couple of days.

Leaving there wandered farther down the way photographing three dimensional signs and buildings of colour. The signs were more about recasting the Newfoundland stereotype – bearded men in sou’westers etc. Buildings as proof of a sparsely inhabited land always worrying about falling into the nostalgia of neglect trope.Another graveyard that was mentioned by Gordon who let us into the church while photographing that buddy from the house next door comes out to see what we are doing.We find out that Paul who is from St Catherine’s and like many others comes up yearly was on the board of those who restored the cemetery. He had bought the house thirty odd years ago for the usually outrageously low price. Told of the house launchings in the area, how his shed has been launched across the island and back to its original spot – all unbeknownst to him.

He showed us his great auk statues, he cast them in concrete and places them around the town. Then the house as it was a traditional Newfoundland dwelling.

Met his wife Tina found out that my mother may have been the boss of her niece when she worked at Balamer City Public Schools.

They had both driven to the Klondike and beyond to Inuvik so I grilled them about the experience as it is one of the outings that I have been wanting to do. They’ve been to Old Crow and Tuktoyaktuk. There was my neverending questioning on whether the fascination with the north is equal to the fascination with the west down in the States before it was developed.

After dark we walked back then headed back to the cottage. Made a snap of the still open convenience.