Posted by: rosanneguille | January 25, 2011

Havre Gosselin

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.

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