Home, sweet home (page)

I’m back, both physically and virtually. We lost our domain for a couple of days, but all has been sorted.
I left Halifax in the wee hours this morning, and I’ve been home (!!!) for a few hours now, just kind of wandering around the house revelling in being here. Thanks to my intrepid brother, both my car and my cat were waiting for me upon my arrival. Heidi and I are getting reacquainted, and since groceries are in order, I’ll be in touch with the car soon.
There are still many photos from Halifax and environs to come – for now, please enjoy these photos from our whale-watching expedition:
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What? You don’t see anything?
Yes, dear readers, I went whale-watching with Samuel Beckett, apparently. Over two hours on a converted lobster boat, getting so much salt in my hair that I actually had to lather, rinse and repeat, and not one whale.
Nor did we see any dolphins.
Or fish of any description, other than a trapped ocean perch.
No harbour seals, either.
And when they pulled up the lobster trap, in a last valiant effort to find us something to look at, no lobster.
So we saw: one ocean perch, one rock crab, and two white crabs, all of whom were trapped in the lobster trap – which was located in the actual harbour, about five minutes from the dock.
This is not to say that the expedition was not worthwhile – it was great to be in a small, low boat in the vast expanse of sea, and if nothing else, it was very entertaining to watch the tour guide get more and more frantic about finding stuff for us to look at. For instance, he pointed out “Whale Back Rock,” and a lovely flock of cormorants. I can’t imagine what he would have done if the lobster trap had been empty.