My daughter and son in law looking at storm damage at Flat Rock, a village just outside St. John’s. A week ago the breakwater in the far middle-ground was not spread all over the wharf with the derrick on it. Winter can be vicious anywhere, but it has a special edge here in Newfoundland.
We are heading back toward Nova Scotia tomorrow, or maybe the next day: Eleven hour drive, split over two days due to the moose collision risk of driving at dusk and dawn, eight hour ferry, six hour drive; or at least that’s the theory.
Over the next few days, we may be a little slow to respond to comments. Travel can, shall we say, be unpredictable around here.
By the way, these photographs were taken after the storm was over. Can’t imagine what the same scenes looked like the day before when in was blowing force 11—just another winter week in Newfoundland.