Trinity

Not nearly as museum-miniature-ish as Peggy's Cove but still pleasantly twee.  Photos HERE.

We popped in just for something to do and spent several hours just driving and walking around.  Eventually we found The Artisan's Inn and stayed for a couple of drinks.  They provided blankets for sitting on their dock.  Which when the sun was out wasn't needed.

Very large mussels farm at the bottom of the bay.

The place seems to be half B&Bs.  Lots of iceberg and other tours.  A number of hiking trails seem to intersect there.

The chef at The Inn graduated first in her class last year from the reknowned cooking programme at The College of the North Atlantic.  So we couldn't resist and booked in for dinner there tomorrow night.  Beer-braised lamb shanks.

Two giant lobsters await us for dinner.  We picked up some wood oven-baked bread and a salad from the Bonavista Social Club on our way home from Trinity.

Also on our way home we we driving over the crest of a hill on the highway and a huge, I mean HUGE iceberg loomed in front of us.  And huge only describes the 10% that is above the waterline.

MASSIVE!

Anyway, Geri's iceberg needs have been met and perhaps even exceeded I think.

I just had a nice cigar on our balcony whilst reading and occasionally glancing at the two icebergs in the bay in front of our B&B.  I should have kept a steady watch on them as one of them either calved (split into pieces) or rolled over, as they prone to do.  I just caght the last second or two.  Very impressive.

I think tomorrow the plan is for eri to rest her back for Monday's drive back to St. John's while I indulge