Wednesday, 5 September 2012

White Point


Our journey around the Cabot Trail continued around the top of Cape Breton, where we followed a short alternative route to White Point.  Although we had been to the village on a previous occasion, we had never walked out along the track to the Point.


This must be about as far east as it is possible to walk in Canada (except for Newfoundland).


Below us, the waves were breaking on the shore.


We passed what looked like a graveyard, but there were no headstones: just small rocks of granite scattered about.   I later discovered that it is a graveyard for unknown sailors who have washed up on these shores and remained unidentified.  I have no idea how old this is, as I have been unable to find any further information, but there are some photographs here.


Sitting on a rock watching the waves.  It is a beautiful and remote spot with only the wildlife for company.  We had the Point to ourselves.  Staring out to sea, I thought of those waves crossing the mighty Atlantic and landing on British shores, where I shall be in a few weeks...but more of that in another post.

2 comments:

Tracy said...

So lovely to see the photo of you, Marie! You live in such a beautiful corner of the world. I love when you share where you are and place you go. :o) Happy Day, my friend ((HUGS))

Vintage Amethyst said...

Oh how lovely, the photos look really beautiful.
Oooohhh you are coming home!!! Hurrah!
love
Alison
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