This morning I heard the welcome sound of a Song Thrush singing from the very top of a tree along Rue Lucas. Late afternoon I walked half way down the steps to Havre Gosselin on the west coast. Towards the end of the hour that I was there the sun was lighting up the ochre/blue cliffs of the Gouliot caves opposite. A pungent smell of rotting vraic on the low tide. Plenty of noisy gulls circling.
Posted by: rosanneguille | January 25, 2011
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