Drive to Twillingate

We drove to Twillingate for a couple of days.

Statue at the Boyd's Cove Beothuk Interpretation Centre


Boyd's Cove

Black Duck Cove

Town of Twillingate

Interesting House in Twillingate

Coastline near Durrell

Long Point Lighthouse, Twillingate

Breakfast by the Ocean (cool wind, but nice)

Town of Twillingate

Pilley's Island, Newfoundland

Time at Pilley's Island

Quiet time enjoying the ocean

A windy day

A morning walk along the shore

Shore bird

Sunset over the bay

A meal of fresh mackerel

Gros Morne, Newfoundland

Our visit to Gros Morne National Park in northern Newfoundland.

Fog over the mountains at Norris Point



Shallow Bay Beach at Cow Head

A long walk for this! A story to be told.

The Arches

Local mackerel fisherman at Cow Head

Western Brook boat tour - amazing scenery

View of Rocky Harbour from Lobster Cove

The finish of our day, an awesome sunset over the ocean that lasted well over an hour

Lark Harbour Drive

Day two we did the Lark Harbour drive in the Bay of Islands.

View along the drive of the mountains

Little Port fishing wharf

Lark Harbour with amazing views

On the drive back to Corner Brook

A view of the City of Corner Brook, from the highway.

Sights of Newfoundland

The first day of our visit to Newfoundland. It's nice to be home...

Sunrise this morning over the ocean at Port aux Basques.


Lighthouse at Port aux Basques

Isle Aux Morts

Rose Blanche

Rose Blanche Lighthouse

Kippens, Port au Port Peninsula

Ode to Newfoundland

Words by Sir Cavendish Boyle (1849-1916)

Music by Sir Hubert Parry (1848-1918)

When Sunrays crown thy pine clad hills

And Summer spreads her hand

When silvern voices tune thy rills

We love thee, smiling land

We love thee, we love thee

We love thee, smiling land.

When spreads thy cloak of shimm'ring white

At Winter's stern command

Thro' shortened day and starlit night

We love thee, frozen land

We love, thee, we love thee,

We love thee, frozen land.

When blinding storm gusts fret thy shore

And wild waves lash thy strand

Thro' spindrift swirl and tempest road

We love thee, wind-swept land

We love thee, we love thee

We love thee, wind-swept land.

As loved our fathers, so we love

Where once they stood we stand

Their prayer we raise to heav'n above

God guard thee, Newfoundland

God guard thee, God guard thee

God guard thee, Newfoundland.

Newfoundland

Beachcombing

A day at the beach looking for treasures is a day well spent, to some of us.

Our first treasure seeker looks to be covering a very small territory, or is he resting? There is a lot of beach to cover...

Another seeker is a fast walker and way ahead of the group.

Now here are two serious beachcombers and it looks as though he has made a discovery. I wonder what color seaglass, maybe amber?


This seeker, which just happens to be me, is looking for red seaglass as I found one here in the spring. If there is one, surely there must be another.

Ah, here comes the cute guy with the chairs. It must be snack time. A picnic on the beach is always a good thing.

See all those smiles. That is what a day on the beach will do for you.

Beachcombing is a wonderfully mindless experience - total relaxation.

It's a simple life and it's our life.