goings

the sun's just barely up and the harbour's still as glass

more slices of our weekend

The tall ships were getting ready to leave on the tide Sunday just when Miss D and I were out for our early morning walk - no throngs of people or would be kidnappers, just a few onlookers here and there and we were able to walk our normal route. The route that begins down at the boat launch a stone's throw across from the corner of the large cement wharf. Where in summer on hot sultry days young boys (mostly) plunge off of into deep water, shrieking with joy and I often wonder Could I plunge too ? Then we follow the gravel path in the park that edges the harbour, past the temporary beer tent and the portable toilets set up behind the stage to the end of the path. We walk underneath the big old poplar trees bathed in the beautiful orange gold early morning sun, and we stop always to listen to the sound of their leaves rustling in the breeze, a sound I love so much it almost makes me cry. We accidently interrupt a breakfast gathering of gulls, chattering away on the rocks at the edge of the water. Finally we head on over to the big green lawn where we'll sit awhile on the damp dewy grass - it's our perfect and favourite spot to watch the harbour's comings and goings and this early morning ... it's goings.

Fair Jeanne, The Pride of Baltimore and the Picton Castle all leaving our harbour