We attended an amazing show at Beaches Heritage Centre in Eastport on Saturday. Georgia on My Mind – Ray Charles Tribute was produced by Brian Way and Sandy Morris. Lou McDonald, with Janet Cull as backup singer, performed the songs of Ray Charles. Unfortunately, I don’t have the names of the other musicians but, together they made it a night to remember.
Beaches Heritage Centre is fast becoming a favourite venue of mine. Click on the link above to get more information and a list of events. I believe it will close for the season at the end of October, but be sure and check it out next year.
The following day we drove to North Beach in Lumsden. We arrived there late in the afternoon. The winds were high and it was raining so we just stayed in our CV and read, played crib and listened to the roar of the wind.
By the next morning the rain had stopped, the winds were diminished but still high.
North Beach is a combination of camping sites (no services) and cottages/cabins. It was a refreshing morning to take a walk and explore.
Is there anything that is better than to be out, walking, in the clear air? Thomas A. Clark
I am fascinated by the different seaweed on this part of the coast.
The wind and vibrant earthy colours are stirring to the senses.
“The most lonely places are the most lovely.” Thomas A. Clark
Jelly Bean Point was a surprise and a delight.
Many uses for old washer tubs …from flower pots to fire pits.
I think the Queen’s head might blow off here today, her hat for sure!
I think these people must really love birds….there are no trees at all here, but they have somehow managed to ‘erect’ some birch trees.
I bought these from a lady from Nova Scotia who was at the Craft Fair in Lewisporte, NL. She had rows upon rows of them. She makes them from old sweaters and lines them with fleece……so warm and cozy…a welcome addition for this morning walk.
Their colours blend well with the natural surroundings!
A fork in the road!:):)
The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence;
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
and that has made all the difference.