Friday was a strange weather day, stranger than the usual. High dark clouds, occasional glimpses of sun, warmer temperatures and breezy. More reminiscent to tropics than mid arctic.
Any way the breeze kept the flies at bay, all we need is some bloody sun, I transplanted lots of lettuce yesterday, need sun.
Another yacht hove to in the harbor.
Another yacht hoping to get to Baffin Island. Another yacht waiting for a crew member to arrive Monday. That’s just the one yacht by the way.
Cant quite make out the name, Franks B is the best at moment. Ran into the skipper who had lots of questions about what is available in town.
He said they were out of Georgia, and by his accent I was thinking Georgia of the former Soviet Union.
But no, it was Georgia of the US of A, his accent is Polish.
The fish plant is to finely open Monday, taking char and some time during the week a crew is to arrive to harvest scallop.
Its been five years since scallop was processed here, itching for some of those boy, and some crab brought up from the Makkovik plant.