These photos were taken in beautiful Hall's Harbour, which is on the Bay of Fundy and has the highest tides in the world.
Yes, this is low tide, if it's not patently obvious:
And on another note altogether, today we ordered a dozen red and black "Sex-Links" chicks, due to arrive around July 8th. No, I am not making up that name, and I am not sure where it came from, although they are easier than other chickens to sex at birth, and so we are guaranteed a dozen hens with no annoying cockerels! Gordon got the wiring finished in the coop yesterday, and now that he has a deadline, I'm sure he'll be inspired to finish everything up very soon. Right, dear?
I'm back off out to the salt mines, aka my vegetable monstrosity garden. Gordon bought me a tiller today, which some guy was selling because his back was too sore for this crap anymore. I think my own back is headed that way. I'm too old for all this hard manual labour. My knees now make funny crunching noises when I walk up hill. You know you're middle-aged when your body starts talking back to you all the time. Someone else told me that you know you're old when you grunt every time you get up out of a chair. Great, I'm already at the grunting stage...