We are staying in Gunner's Cove, near l'Anse aux Meadows for a couple of nights. Down a very steep lane we found our little cabin, which is not so little. We are the only ones in this old house, that would have been a fisher's house, on a flat bit of land in a bay, sharing space with another house. There would probably have been a few houses here in the day, with the others falling into ruin eventually.
Thankfully this old place was saved and lovingly restored, by none other than E. Annie Proulx, the author. It is called Quoyle's House, after the lead character in her book The Shipping News, and it is all ours.
The morning sun is full on the front of the house, and it is so warm we can eat our breakfast out in the sunshine, watching a troller fishing boat lazily purr by.
After our day, the little harbour is calm, the sky and sea have competing blues, and the smell is metallic as only the Atlantic ocean can smell. There is even a little iceberg out there in the opening beyond the point.
As we sit out there all wrapped up against the chill, we hear a noise and turn to see a moose behind us eating grass. Then we see a hare with his muscular legs bounding by. Turning back, we see the full moon rising over the headland.
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