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So we are into the weekend now and the weather was suppose to be rainy and it was overnight but this morning it all cleared and we got lots of sunshine and light wind. Tomorrow more of the same and so it goes. So relaxing here, really do not want to go back to the craziness of the village but puppies are surely missing us. We have visitors arriving here at the beach on Monday for our second week.

While enjoying the peace and quiet I have been reading 2 books, the first one by Konstantin Kisin, An immigrant’s love letter to the West, is a warning of what can happen if we go to far with the Woke Agenda and all that this implies. In Canada, it has disturbed the peace we enjoy with constant Virtue signaling PM Justin Trudeau who this week fell on his face twice with two important visitors, one being the Chancellor of Germany who came to get help and Trudeau had nothing to offer despite the fact we have lots to offer in terms of energy, the other was the Sec.Gen. of NATO, Stoltenberg who reminded him again that Canada was not pulling its weight on contribution to NATO. Trudeau went on and on on climate change. There are signs that he may be thinking of retiring, which would be a good thing.

The other book, by Louisa Lim is entitled Indelible City, this is a history of Hong Kong from ancient times to British Colony to now just an ordinary city in the Communist dictatorship of China. I remember Hong Kong before 1997 and how nice it was, returned in 2006 and it was so disappointing and changed for the worse, no longer vibrant or international. Can you imagine what would happen to Taiwan if the Communist got their hands on that island. In her book it is obvious that Margaret Thatcher sacrificed Hong Kong to save trade with China. What is sad is how the Hong Kong people were never consulted on any of it and simply traded off as a commodity.

Took more pictures of the area for your enjoyment. Lots of great panoramic views all over.

View from our dining room of the sunset with golden glows.
This morning around 9am the sea was choppy as seen from our front window.

St Thomas Anglican Church, quite old but not quite as old as the Church or Meeting Hall of the Presbyterians of 1760 across the street and its old churchyard. It’s fun to read the old tombstones and
to see how old or not people lived. What is striking is the number of infants who died in the very first year of life.
The French River which is named I believed after the French Huguenots mainly the Cousin Family
who were amongst the first settlers in these parts. They had come from New England at the revolution, originally from France. The area then was heavily forested and marshy wet lands, it was also isolated and far from any other settlement. Life was hard for these people, fishing then was a way of surviving in this harsh climate and winters claimed the weak. Lots of Yankees came this way also to fish and Yankee Hill is the spot where many fishers from Portland and Boston, New England are buried after the devastating storm of October 1851, which entered history books as one of the worst ever.