Each day the boats would leave
and the village started to come alive
tourists began arriving
everything was busy, buzzing
around those precious pots.
Last day of June is when
lobster fishing ends
the boats that go out again
adapted to catching herring
but before that,
is when a week of giving thanks
and celebration begins.
Along with eat-in community hall
buy and take away
there followed an afternoon
carnival parade which coincides
with Canada day.
My partner and our friends
along with novel four-wheel bike
rode around an eight mile stretch
(not me I had more sense, I just took
ending up where a small fair every year
came to the village green
with rides for the kids and stalls with
candy floss and ice cream.
Side stalls and Bingo and, all
kinds of home-made baking contests
The second year of taking part
the bike was made even more ornate
and this time in the carnival parade
took 1st prize as best creative float.
My BFF and her sister had a fishing fleet. A fleet is only one boat but even so, it’s still called a fleet.
They would frequently bring us six fresh caught lobsters. As they knew their lobsters, they always bought us the best, and with just-out-of-the-oven home baked bread it was a truly amazing feast.
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The pics are all of the small fishing village where we used to live. The water is frozen through the winter months and boats are lifted out of the water and stored on struts on their owners own land. Once the river thaws around the middle of April, the boats are bought back and hoisted by crane back into the water where they are all lined up three abreast. At this time the whole village seemed to begin to wake up, to come alive again as those boats were, taken out of harbour, tested to see if there were any leaks etc. It was such a wonderful buzz of life to be a part of.
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And the lobster boats part for
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