Love the way life takes you places you never imagined you would go. That you start off doing one thing that evolves into another, how what seems like a random turn of events or weather or the wisp of an idea can become a harvest far more exotic and abundant than the first seed ever suggested.
Newfoundland has been that for us. Finding a cabin on a pond in these Atlantic Maritimes was a sliding door into a wilderness wonderland that still takes our breath away even as it fills our spirit.
And now there is Selkie House, our outport home here in Gaultois, a land of glacial rocks and fjords, of berries and bears and beavers, of misty mountains and wild winds, of skies saturated with the colours of long twilights and luminous dawns, and a village that has welcomed us with warm open arms.
Always hard to leave the serenity of life at the Bluecharm Inn, it was exciting to be turning back onto the Bay d’espior Highway. Although the cabin is certainly deep in the woods, in some ways Gaultois is more remote, two hundred kilometers along a highway most Newfoundlanders have never travelled, a road only built in the 1960s. Now on public transport we were travelling by bus and could not make the last ferry. Looked like we would have to spend the night in Hermitage until to our great delight, Albert and Todd, came by boat across the fjord to bring us home just as the last of the sun dipped below the horizon, the moon rose, and either porpoise or tuna splashed about as we turned into the harbour. Thanks you two, it was a real treat!
The house is sound, the view of the harbour and fjord from the back bridge irresistible. Nettie’s wonderful Selkie mural on the baseboard a delight that brings a smile to all who pass.
Now that the bears have faded back into the forest we are taking long walks through valleys and wetlands, up and over the hills that hold the harbour till the fjord opens up in every direction. There are hawks and eagles and for the first time we have come across a family of beavers who took no concern at our presence as the little ones munched on lily leaves and the surprisingly big mother foraged for a full mouthful of some other greens she took back with her to their lodge on the far side of the pond.
We have feasted on cod and scruncheons, scald buns and even turr cooked in pudding with mountains of veggies and rice gravy and what a feast it was! Between baby showers, seventieth birthdays, specially cooked suppers, card nights and just dropping by we have been made to feel that we are a welcome part of this life for the precious time we are here and for that and all the natural wonder we find ourselves in, we are profoundly grateful.
Selkie Mural hand painted by Nettie
Jeff and Rodney Andrews