For seven days the bad weather has been relentless. And all winds have been head winds. But the more the weather has conspired to wear me down the better the hospitality I have been offered. I have been fed cod, lobster, crab and moose. And even got drunk on rum.
Tonight is a different story.
I have ended my day early. The sun has popped out. I have decided to shut the door on my travelling road show and be my own best company. I am somewhere between La Poile and Grand Bruit. I am camped on a deserted sandy beach with a back drop of gray barren hills.