A Fish Story for a Beautiful morning..

 

 

.“Arn? Narn.” It is said to be the shortest conversation in Newfoundland. It’s also a prescient description of its culture’s future. Two fishing boats in a harbor are approaching one another, one departing, the other returning. The captain of the departing boat yells out to the captain of the returning boat, “Arn?” The other captain’s reply, “Narn.” Translated, “Any fish?” “No fish.” And that is the story.



Earlier this week on Surfside Beach, this was the scene from our deck as we enjoyed our coffee.  Life is simple here at the beach.  

 

 

 

A man, who just happens to be a fellow Newfoundlander, sitting on his bait bucket waiting for a fish to take his bait.  Then along comes a guy and the first fish tale just might be told.

One can only assume that this is a local fishing boat out for a morning's catch and not a fishing warden coming to see what is up.  (While watching from our deck, we can weave any story we wish.)

 

Then along comes a fellow with "the boys" who we know is a fellow Canadian neighbour.  Maybe, another tale be told.

 

Yet another joins the group.  

 

So as the story goes, “Arn? Sadly, Narn.”  But there is always another day.