The Cove part 1

It was ‘our’ cove. We walked it every day. The cliffs fascinated us. We saw Native American faces in them. Our Yorkie grew up with a young adventurer. Like herself, he too knew no fear. I was happy knowing they were both safe. Here, they could come to no harm. If he wasn’t doing his own ‘thing’ he’d follow me or Chloe. One day behind me she shouted” Hey Bren look how high I am!” She’d climbed about 15 feet up and was hanging off a cliff but my heart nearly stopped, Timmy was even higher at around 20 feet…

Only allowed to use 100 words sooo as it’s a cliff hanger is is…to be continued… on next weeks Saturday Centus


We all loved the cove. It’s a stretch of water called Northumberland Strait that runs between (our) Prince Edward Island and the province of Nova Scotia. We called it our ‘beach walk’ and, because other people only really went there during the summer tourist season, we usually had it all to ourselves. It is wild, not maintained at all by local authority. After tides, we used to collect beach glass there and other interesting things. I found it all so fascinating. To find bits of coloured glass on the beach that was all laying there glinting and sparkling like jewels.
Chloe, Tim (the dog) and I would spend hours there. We’d find, green, white, brown, and transparent pieces of glass but, the best ‘treasure’ to us was finding rarer red, yellow and, the rarest of all,  blue. Apparently the glass arrived there from having been tossed over the side from old ships or sail boats using the Strait.

We went there every single day, even on sunny days in March or April when it was all still frozen over and the track we drove down to get there was under a foot or more of hard packed snow. We would still try to get there. The only time we couldn’t was when the track was so deep in snow we would get stuck in it and have no way of getting back up to the road again.
Timmy loved being there as much as we did. He thought of it as an extension of our home. We were the only people ‘allowed’ to be there. For being only ten pounds he really is fearless. When the tide was out he’d climb all over the rocks and jump across pools of water to get further out. There was a Blue Heron resting on a rock once and he went so far out to try and get to it. If he’d missed jumping rock to rock and fell into a pool, the water would’ve been pretty deep for him
Such a boy!

Shared with Jenny Matlock’s Saturday Centus

Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada.

13 thoughts on “The Cove part 1”

  1. I had the little videos playing while I read your wonderful story.

    Wow. This really captured my imagination.

    I’m reading as fast as I can so I can get two part two of this cliffhanger!

    Cool writing.

  2. oh timmy does sound like a brave little soul … i hope all goes well for him next week!

  3. yeahhh water! 🙂 nice adventure, I almost went to PE on a cruise, I heard some wild stories there but none about the cove, would have been lovely based on vids.

  4. I loved every word of this. Lovely story. The title made me think of the movie The Cove, about the dolphin slaughter in Japan. I have a friend over there with Paul Watson right now.

  5. I would be breathless to say the least. Young people and animals alike are fearless. My oldest daughter use to climb some very tall trees and was ever so pleased not realizing what worry she caused.

  6. wow looks like a lovely place….eek on kids on the cliff…i fell off one once as a lad, was a bit or divine intervention that saved me….waiting for next week…

  7. Reminded me of our scotties dashing off onto the not quite frozen pond down the street in their quest for adventure. Ugh…we stood breathless at the edge hoping that they wouldn’t fall in…thankfully it ended up fine. I’ll be back to see what happens here!

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