Many thanks to the travelling quarters for helping me out yesterday. What a great bunch! As much as I appreciate them, however, it's time for them to hibernate and for AC to start writing his own blog, thank you very much.
We didn't know it at the time, but, due to fog and rain, we were eventually going to miss visiting the famous lighthouse at Peggy's Cove. However, Saint Paul and Minny are of the opinion that there are better lighthouse sights in Nova Scotia and endeavoured to prove their point by first taking us to Cape Forchu just outside of Yarmouth.
Without seeing Old Peg, I am tempted to agree, and perhaps you will too after sharing my first glimpses of the Forchu lighthouse as we approached the upward climb to the structure.
Partway up, we stopped for another photo op. I stood staring up, trying to figure out how else to shoot the beacon while The Saint checked a picture he had just taken. There is rather a stunned look on my face as I try to take it in. That happens a lot — even when there are no lighthouses to go gaga over (with apologies to the Lady singer of said name) .
Here are the pics that I took from about that spot.
Not too shabby, eh?
This is out of sequence but is my final shot of Cape Forchu from the far shore as we later headed toward the next stop of that day's tour.
You can't help but feeling small when as you gaze upon the vast ocean, but there was definitely more to it as this pic of Cuppa and Minny attests.
Below, Cuppa and Minny look out from the point.
Part of what they saw.
Little did we know that that Saint Paul and Minny had another lighthouse visitation in store for us, but that will have to wait for another day.