The fog has lingered for several days There is a gale blowing now and it should tidy things up a bit. We’re battened down. Such drama. Boats in the cove looked like ghost ships and Pond Island seems to rise out of the mist.
Even though we have been coming here for 12 years, I still discover new things. This old man rock on Cobblestone Beach is a new vision.
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This lovely rock weed pops around the beaches. Sweet little yellow flowers, different from goldenrod.
A couple of seals have been resting during low tide at the cove.
We went to the workshop, Whistle House last night and once again saw how nice it is to return to the lighthouse at night.