Went down to the Cape in the afternoon. Did a short hike with Helen and her family to Sleepy Point. We hiked along the sea cliffs and were greeted by a field of dead stunted trees which have long been bleached white from constant exposure to winds. They are in all different shapes and forms, twisted and gnarled, as if they want to tell us something. They are living sculptures.
I am feeling sad that we will be leaving soon. There is so much that I still want to do - finding out more about the Cape, making a model of fishing stage, talking to more people ...
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