A gentle reminder
From the start, it seemed like a good idea. A plan, as they say. Head over to the presqu’ile, from where we could hear the lowing of cattle, take some pictures “across the water” from the village and do other designated tourist stuff.
The road was rough enough that a sign posted as “55 kmh / Cattle crossing” gave me rediculous mental images. A cattle guard and warnings not to play with the animals reminded us that this was a common pasturage. More cows in one place than we’d seen during the whole Tour of the Rock. Mobile steaks and burgers to satisfy a whole village. There was even a posted notice to “Beware of the bull”.
But we made it through the herd, without incident. Down to the point and across to the light station. Enragee Point. I’ve seen that name elsewhere in the Atlantic provinces… A real working light, this time, with a lens and a proper timed flash sequence. In passing, who decides whether a lighthouse continues to merit true light, or gets degraded to a flashing beacon?
I took the requisite far shot, and then we moved down beside a 2 metre fence to get something different. There it was: a row of gulls sitting on the roof peak of the fog alarm building. Three times I held the camera over my head, aiming blindly, and three times I got the fence top bar – nothing else.
I decided to move right up to the storm fence and shoot through the mesh. Advanced, brought the camera up to my eye, placed the front of the lens against the wire, and… Holy Geez! An electric shock from my eyebrow down to my ankle.
I’d forgotten that the cows were protected hereabouts, with a gentle reminder to step back from the edge.
