Looking from Deadman's Island toward the Armdale Yacht Club. At the base of the big, old tree is the memorial to the American soldiers killed in the War of 1812 - past and present blending.Looking from Deadman's Island toward the Armdale Yacht Club. At the base of the big, old tree is the memorial to the American soldiers killed in the War of 1812 - past and present blending.
Looking down the North West Arm toward the Halifax Harbour entrance, with the fog lifting and a clear day on the way.
The Tall Ships visiting in Halifax Harbour - This figurehead looks calmly over visitors and work in progress (everybody has to do maintenance!).
Time to do some sail repairs on one of the tall ships, perched out on the bowsprit, glue gun in hand.
Neither fog nor rain nor wind deters them from their appointed race - members of the Armdale Yacht Club race off into the fog.
A sunny summer day by the Arm - as you can see, not everybody bothers with docks, especially when the shore is easier to row to. The dinghy was securely tied to a rock so that it would not float away when the tide came back up.
A day after clouds of flying ants suddenly descended on the boats, the ducks were still feasting happily. We could hear them eating away.
Looking from Deadman's Island toward the Armdale Yacht Club. At the base of the big, old tree is the memorial to the American soldiers killed in the War of 1812 - past and present blending.Looking from Deadman's Island toward the Armdale Yacht Club. At the base of the big, old tree is the memorial to the American soldiers killed in the War of 1812 - past and present blending.
Looking down the North West Arm toward the Halifax Harbour entrance, with the fog lifting and a clear day on the way.
The Tall Ships visiting in Halifax Harbour - This figurehead looks calmly over visitors and work in progress (everybody has to do maintenance!).
Time to do some sail repairs on one of the tall ships, perched out on the bowsprit, glue gun in hand.
Neither fog nor rain nor wind deters them from their appointed race - members of the Armdale Yacht Club race off into the fog.
A sunny summer day by the Arm - as you can see, not everybody bothers with docks, especially when the shore is easier to row to. The dinghy was securely tied to a rock so that it would not float away when the tide came back up.
A day after clouds of flying ants suddenly descended on the boats, the ducks were still feasting happily. We could hear them eating away.
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