We drove to Frenchman’s Cove to meet with Eileen and Harold for the Welcome Home parade where Harold’s group of Shriners were driving their little cars. Eileen grew up in the cove and later moved to the neighbouring town of Garnish. She said when she was a child, there were 32 children living in 3 houses side by side. Now there are only 2 children in the whole village!
We followed Eileen back to their home in Burin, after listening to a few speeches and songs, featuring the “Cardeen” (accordion). Eileen, Harold, Leon and I sat until midnight just talking and eating a late snack, including some French bread I had brought back. They were kind enough to let us park in their driveway for the night and Eileen cooked us a hardy breakfast in the morning before we continued our travels.
After driving through Burin for a short visit, we headed north to the Avalon Peninsula and St. John’s. But I wanted to see the Baccalieu peninsula first, so we drove up to Winterton where we stayed for the night. The kids staying at the campground were all coming back from swimming somewhere, so we asked and were told there was a pond nearby. I had to investigate and found a large pond with water that must have been at least 28C. As a matter of fact, the next day, it was quite rainy and the temperature dropped but the ponds all seemed to be steaming.
We stopped at the top of the peninsula in Bay de Verde and visited the Blundon House, a heritage home with lots of artifacts from the local life in the late 1800s and early 1900s. The house sits overlooking the cove where crabbing and shrimping are still thriving. After a cup of tea with the house interpreters, we had a bit of a show from the local whale pod swimming in the cove. We have been lucky to see many whales without having to take a special cruise for the purpose.
I forgot to mention that we also stopped in Dildo the day before. Yes, we had to satisfy our curiosity about the origin of the town’s name. The best theory would be that the French called in d’ile d’eau, for the lake on Dildo Island. Or it might have been named after the Bilbo swords the Spanish had and the name got corrupted. We’ll never know. As usual, we had an excellent tour from a young student interpreter.