Cape St Mary

The focal point of our second and final day (unfortunately) with Mr and Mrs Saint took us from Yarmouth to another lighthouse, Cape St Mary (or Cape St Mary's). This part of Nova Scotia and for much of the way to Digby is Acadian (ie French), and when we had driven earlier from Digby to Yarmouth, I was surprised as the shore unfolded as almost one continuous village.




There is some confusion in my mind whether it's St Mary as on this sign or St Mary's as I've seen on some maps. Maybe it's that confusion that messed up The Saints head. Cuppa and Minny don't seem perturbed by his loss: quite the opposite, it seems.



You see, he's still searching for his missing brain in this picture. I've heard of Saints losing their heads in times past but doubt they could walk about looking for it after the severing.



Cuppa in front of the somewhat rusty lighthouse. She's was holding onto her hat quite a bit that day. Talk about windy.



My favourite photo from Cap Ste-Marie (to use the other language): perhaps due to the blue sky and cirrus clouds in the background.



Cuppa and Minny braved the wind all of the way to the point.




Some images from the point.





I later took this picture of the lighthouse from a nearby beach.



And this from even farther away ...



... where we had stopped for lunch at a restaurant overlooking the sea.



We landlubbers really liked that restaurant ...



... which also seemed please our Yarmouthian hosts.



So, fie on you: overblown, touristy Peggy. We did just fine without ye.

Cape Forchu

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.

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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.