The Inn at Fisherman's Cove
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... us from stopping at Cork, Ireland and St John's NFL lasted only 3 of the sea days. With sea sick pills we managed, but it does tire one to manoeuvre around the ship holding on the railings, and eating in the dining room while moving up and down in about a 4 ft arc. I was, however impressed at the ship staff's ability to continue working normally.
A note about the ship -There are 684 passengers aboard and over 400 staff. This ratio ...
... dock and a hands museum that would allow you to explore several boats and a wheel house of a fishing boat.
We decided to pass as the museum was going to close in 1/2 hour to instead go looking for Blue Rocks. Ted had read about this little fishing village at the end of the point. They had poor signage and we poked around until we came to the end of the road and figured this must be it. ...
... here was a round stained glass roof section over the altar. St Matthew's over the road was different again. This was a United church, and one where the congregation sat in box pews. It reminded me of the churches in Boston. They had an exhibition of quotes by folk who suffered with dementia. I found it a little sad and was glad to walk back out into the sunshine. No, I don't hootie tootie anymore either. The town is friendly and buzzy. The shops are not showy or expensive, ...
... line in the other - so how was I supposed to grab it??) so the fish promptly wiggled its way off of my hook and onto the seat of the boat then flapped around until it landed behind the seats and poor Mark had to go digging around for it.....master angler, people. Master angler. Sheesh! We shared a sandwich on our way back to the hotel before we met up with my parents at the Alexander Keith's Brewery. Mark was excited as it was a sandwich filled with ...
... the emptiness without a care
of helping free us. After a grueling hour of winch work and bumping the boat
forward and back we gratefully free ourselves giving everyone a huge sigh of relief
at not having to draw straws to jump into the freezing Atlantic to free us from
below. With deep breaths and hot beverages we press on into the void.
1600 nautical miles later, as the sun sets below the clouds
in a purple and pink haze that glimmers on ...