Hiin had loaned his dory (aptly named da Hurve of course) to his brother Dave for the past week (visiting from Onterrible), so Saturday afternoon when the tides were right, he drove back from fresh waters of Steady Brook to the salty sea of the Bay.When he got out in front of our view, he stops the boat and gives me a call (Yes b'y, we 'as the technology out 'ere I tells ya'!) "Missus," he says, for it being an overcast and cold, gray day, "meet me here on the beach and I'll take you out to Woods Island to watch the sun go down." So with my winter tuque, parka and gumboots on, I walked across the road, down the hill, and we went off into the sunset. It was very romantic.
On the way home, however, romance had another meaning... just past McIvers, the gears in the motor got stuck in the off position, and the pull-cord was locked tight (use yer own description of tight). We created oarlocks with the painter (rope), and started to row... after a while, we decided that we'd best head ashore, and one of us could pull the boat, while the other pretended that we were in Venice and poled the craft to keep 'er off the rocks. This worked until we got to Apsey Beach, where we hauled 'er up and parked 'er for the night. From there, we scrambled and scampered and slid and tripped and held hands on the flat sections of beach where we could walk without tripping, all the way home in the pitch black. But that only made the bioluminescence all the more sparkly and magical... and supper at 2am was delicious, thank goodness Hiin is great cook!!
All in all, though, I'd do it again, the sunset alone was worth the effort!