It is time to say Seasons Greetings to those I have not written to in awhile.There may well be another blog or two before Christmas but if there is not, my warmest best wishes to all in this festive season.
The time that stretches between tramps on beaches seems way too long now but Molly and I got to go to Clam Harbour today, arguably my favourite beach of the many within reach. I can’t be sure why —whether it is the trails that lead through forests and over seaside rocks, the islands past which dolphins travel, or the great sand strand that is exposed at low tide. I suppose one need not a “reason” to favour one stretch of stunning beauty over another— perhaps it is beyond reason. The “ favourite" may change and another stretch of rock, sand, and sea, may morph into a current favourite but for today it is Clam Harbour. Before you get there though, you have to drive through Musquodobit Harbour —a community I have come to thoroughly enjoy. That is where the hospital is should I need one. That too is where the library is whose librarians enthusiastically recommend books and landscapes to explore. There too is the gym that I will join when it reopens in January . The bakery, at Musquodobit, I am told, is “the best on the shore". Perhaps now, and especially on this Sunday when businesses are closed, the most engaging and endearing thing about Musquodobit Harbour is the Lobster Trap Tree.
Clam Harbour today
The Lobster Trap Tree
