On a slow drizzly day we drove up a winding hill to the lighthouse. A light fog hung over the water. Looking down over the rocky cliff I saw things growing in tiny cracks on on any even surface. Even small trees manage to take root in seemingly no soil. Nature thrives wherever it can. With the many outcrops of land and bays, there are many lighthouses.
As we drove to Twillingate the outside temperature kept dropping. A cold damp wind greeted us as we got out of the car. Too windy for boats to go out and see the icebergs, but there were icebergs in the cove. Apparently a strong storm the week before had driven a large iceberg into French cove and it was slowly breaking up. The wind was gusting up to 50 km per hour. We drove up to the Durrell Museum to get a view of the cove and the icebergs and after supper went down to French cove. Just in that time the change in the pieces was dramatic. Large chunks had broken off and now floated in the cove as separate bergs. I learned that icebergs come from glaciers that were formed over 10000 years ago. It was fascinating to see bright blue streaks in the ice – created by meltwater that thawed and refroze and seeped into cracks in the glacier.
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