Easier walking up here - vegetation much shorter.

The bell tower of the church has collapsed and, if you open the door and look up, the bell is perched precariously on the fallen timbers.

Grand Bruit means 'great sound' and it is indeed loud! The thundering echoes around the little bay. The church is to the right.

A tow courtesy of Terry, from the Fisherman's Wharf, to get us 'back home'.

The Coastguard from Burgeo came to our rescue when the shaft and propeller 'uncoupled' from the gearbox.

The final get together on Saturday evening was a dance opened by Mummers - a fancy dress tradition. I was dragged up to join in with an 'Ugly Stick' (a homemade percussion instrument).

The open-air stage at the beach. The final dance went on well into the dark hours and the small floor was packed.

Andrez getting a little over enthusiastic I fear!

Confused by both sets of lights, this fawn didn't leave the road with its mother. Trent nipped out to guide it in the right direction. Coyote follow the herds and pick off any stray young.