We finally found a decent place to lunch in Murray Harbour. Shockingly, the restaurant had one of the most comprehensive gluten-free menus I've ever seen. Even some of the pies were GF!
Unfortunately, they were short-staffed and the wait was long but pleasant as we sat in the afternoon sun in the garden outside the restaurant.
Sitting in sunshine. Sweatshirt has come off as the day warmed up.
The East Coast milks lobsters for all their worth.
We ordered a fully-loaded poutine which was essentially Christmas supper served on fries. Instead of turkey, the meat was ground beef and the whole thing was quite delicious. And even the stuffing was GF!
Wise boy brought a book.
Then we found a lighthouse and a cliff. Matthew cried the entire time for ice cream, so I hauled it back to the small beach with the ice cream shack with Sarah, Mariana and Matthew while the older boys remained at the cliffside. As I drove away, I briefly thought, I hope I don't come back to a cliff rescue. I drove back to find the three older boys standing on the side of the road. Joe was wearing a broad smile and Ben was shaking his head in exasperation. Joe had tried to descend the cliff only to tumble down the rocks rather than scurry down skilfully. Bloodied limbs resulted, but no need for emergency officials.
Sarah bought a PEI toque. As a Canadian, one can never be too prepared for the return of winter.
Matthew crying for ice cream.
Sated by blue bubblegum ice cream, he falls mercifully to sleep.
Some beautiful sky and sea as we headed back toward Confederation Bridge.
Clouds and rain proving how fickle maritime weather can be.
Yet below the rain, the sun shines through onto the ocean. Quite something.
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