We woke on our second morning to a sunny but gusty day. We really played it by ear what we’d do and see each day, based on the weather and our own level of energy, really the best holidays aren’t ones full of schedules and timelines.
We agreed that it would be a good day to go to Cape Spear which is the farthest you can go east on the continent and home to a historic lighthouse. You can see Cape Spear from the top of Signal hill and vice-versa and I’d wanted to go there since last year.
We stopped in BlackHead Village and admired the view taking a few pictures and then stopping at a local tourist shop. It was run by a lovely lady who lives right behind the store. When we walked in she was in her home and saw us arrive. She came and pointed out a few items and chatted with Tom while I poked around. I ended up getting a couple of crafted necklaces, one for me and one for my mother made of sea glass. The people of Newfoundland are incredibly friendly and honestly seem interested in the answers you give to their questions about where you’re from etc.
We hopped back in the car and drove the rest of the way to Cape Spear, parked and made a beeline for the water’s edge and as we made our way to the water I kept looking back towards the lighthouses and the old keeper’s residence up the hill from where we were.
The view was nothing short of breathtaking, simply gorgeous. Pictures just will never do it justice.
It isn’t just how it looks, its how it makes you FEEL. The knowledge that you’re standing at the tip of the continent in such a historical place, the power of the Atlantic ocean churning below you, the sun on your face and the whip of wind in your hair.
There were plenty of reminders to respect the unpredictability of the ocean, the danger of being swept off the rocks and fences to try to keep people out of the worst of it. While we were there two people with cameras were on the wrong side of the fence… so not worth it!
I was enjoying the bracing wind, even though it played havoc with every attempt to keep it secured in a ponytail…
Tom found it a little uh, chilly…
As we made our way up the hill towards the newer lighthouse, the marine layer that always seems to hover offshore somewhere decided to make its way inland. We saw it creep ever closer as the sun tried its best to fight back.
The old lighthouse is so cheerfully coloured and set back from where the more modern lighthouse sits now and comes with an amazing panoramic view.
We stopped in the store and picked up a few more souvenirs including what is now my favourite mug and a little wooden replica of the 1836 lighthouse magnet for the fridge.
When dinnertime rolled around yet again, we decided to do a bit of a walk about admiring the jelly beans in the sunshine…
…and then head down towards the down-town core. We were going to try to see if the crowd at Yellowbelly was a little less dense and luckily we managed (barely!) to get a table.
Tom was impressed not only by the spaghetti and meatballs with the enormous noodles, but also the generous wine pours.
Grateful for the walk back including those hills to burn off dinner (urp) we headed back home to take a look through our day’s pictures and enjoy some more nice wine. So happy that there were still many more days of adventures ahead.