Eight were in the group including two people from France.
The town was deserted. There was a big breakfast at the Red Mantle Inn that the CBC said was in Woody Point - it’s really in Shoal Brook and the
Wonderful People were there being on the Morning Programme of the CBC.
The people who lived there were just starting to move about.
George Anderson raced by.
Sat out having a leisurely coffee desperately trying to finish off the post cards.
Lou drove up to get something for a big to-do at their place this afternoon. Gordon Pinsent was staying with them and Ian Brown was over learning how to cook something. The summer had been good but they were leaving before the rush.They didn’t want to be there when the place shuts down for the winter just after Labour Day. I could imagine tailbacks of foreign plates heading up the 431.
Pete Roberts walked down the pathway.
Amanda drove up and like her mother almost ploughed into me.
Debbie had just opened the 3T’s. Colleen’s daughter was getting married to-day.
Saw the Sarah Elizabeth pass on the bay and knew that George Anderson was taking people out.
A wonderful person told me where i could get a Globe and Mail.
A figure eight walk around town up past the Parks House through the woods to the Discovery Centre then back down to town via the bay before heading over to Curzon Village.
Baleful the steward begged off the Curzon Village walk wanting ice cream and to sit. It was a nostalgia walk to see what had changed in front of the photographs i had made there.
Crystal outside Granite having a smoke.
The boat was bigger than i remembered.
There was a wood pile in front of the basketball hoop.
The rope into Bonne Bay now had kelp hanging from it.
The “thingy” was in use in fact i don’t remember the pier there with so much activity.
The table was still standing stalwartly on the wooden pier.
There was a lot of activity at Colleen and Edward’s house - machines covered with balloons.
Made snaps of minor domesticity - a building seeming to be held up by a stick, a shovel neatly leaning against a shed.
Back into Woody Point where the people who clued me into the Globe asked if i got one - they were staying at the “Seabreeze” and were part of the writers festival. Asked how it was as i couldn’t understand the choices.
Kathy Reichs?
She was on the board and sort of agreed. An exchange of people we both know.
An double scoop of ice cream at Granite coffee a sit by the wood pile then one last walk around town delaying the inevitable.
Told Amanda not to drive like her mother.
Scolded Debbie for having a town so likeable that i kept wanting to return.
Sat on the pier like waiting for the ferry like other tourists as i suddenly felt in limbo between tourist and resident.
Two Wonderful People hold up the ferry. As it is puling away buddy who seems to take his fashion sense from Jerry Lewis - comes up to the dock with his stroller. We had seen him earlier at Granite Coffee. The ferry docks again only to find that his wife is at the Chicken Coop and coming as fast as she can.
A joke about Marine Atlantic ensues.
Heading to Norris Point i look back at Bonne Bay.
Clyde Rose and his daughter speed by on their boat heading over to Katie’s Cove.
What i stated two entries ago i take back, This area is too pretty too self contained but there is something about precisely that that as me drawn to it.
Remember a debate with people who maintained a studio away from their abode one where they actually had to do some travelling to get to and asking what if a moment of elucidation happens at midnight.
I now realise that their studios are not far enough away from where they live. While i wondered if the self containment of Bonne Bay and Trout River would start to have my snaps turn into recurring clichés, i could see setting up a my lab over here and working the way that i did during the residency. Having a place somewhere on the island, probably the Avalon but coming here to actually finish work, make the books.
Back it seems that the steward wanted to mellow out and my mother wasn’t sure what was left to see - huh? so it was left to me to find entertainment for the afternoon. This meant no stopping at the fishing areas that i had sped past yesterday. was at a loss as all seemed to not want to travel 430.
In the end i went to finish off some business for Kmack at the Trout River Heritage Society - yes an hour’s drive back to Bonne Bay. Thought that i would also prove to these people that i was born by introducing them to my mother.
Everything settled - Kmack now has an outlet for sales of her prints - and back no photograph made.
A note hanging out of the drying vent of the Cabin.
The bayman and the CFA are at the motel in town and want to meet up.
Thought they were in Steady Brook at some tony resort and had planned to head over an see if they were there but this time has been all about plans.Headed down to see if they were in. No. left a message then headed out to see if their machine was there. What seemed to be their machine was someone else’s - one of the pitfalls of ding dong ditching - as they had rented an SUV as Ray was headed way off road with for his work.
when you mean scratches... he asked the car rental dealer
Am naturally jealous of Ray as while i think that i am the great explorer, he has walked across Newfoundland while i feel special to have been to Millertown he tells me about Hawley. He and Beth have just finished some work for a job they are working on and are heading up to Labrador while i am heading back to some sorry arsed leaderless department that doesn’t realise that to re-invent there had to be something there to begin with. There is something ironic about the way the word vision is used there. It is akin to someone deaf saying it doesn’t sound right.
It is funny that a bayman would be the one who is tired of Newfoundland outport cuisine and follows Beth’s advice in heading to a non traditional restaurant in Rocky Harbour. The problem is that the CFA confuse Jackie’s good Newfoundland cuisine with Java Jacks new upscale cuisine. I have never seen menus put down so quickly and a race for the door as i did at Jackie’s.
Good thing. i am pretty tolerant in my herbivore ways here, always finding some bad salad to eat or living off omelettes but walking into Java Jacks and having the server mention that the soup was vegetarian friendly...
Then the guilt hit. this is the place that people from St. John’s or worse Ontarians come to eat. In Woody Point it was the Old Loft not the Chicken Coop. Here i feared the same thing. Art on the walls - Spotted an Holownia as soon as i walked in, then the omnipresent Koch and other Great Northerners. These servers had no accents, the menu had a vegan offering. I asked for scrunchions. The food was great and not expensive in an Ontarian sort of way.
Talked cameras, he actually brought one to supper with him. Ah these baymen don’t they know to be a photographic artist you have to incessantly use noun-verbs have sub clauses to your sub clauses when you speak. Talk about what you are planning to do if there weren’t so much other work and don’t forget to mention your salary but never ever be seen with a camera. I think that i actually saw him use it.
The French couple from the Bonne Bay ferry sat at the next table and looked baffled at the specials.
Talked about the province and how it is depicted, talked about his off road and what i should see.
We parted after watching the sun set behind the glow of the Bank of Montréal all of us stopping to make a snap.
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