Our first glimpse of Francois as we rounded the corner.

They are deep and steep to, but this one is very short!

This is our constant view to starboard as we sail west.

Only 22 people are living in McCallum now - many houses are empty.

Another wharf in a little fishing village. This time, we had to move to an decrepit abandoned jetty when the ferry came in before moving back.

Wooden walkways stretch all around the bay linking homes, boat houses and the wharf.

Harbour Breton wharf was a busy little place - boats coming and going. These guys had set to mending whelk pots and ropes.

We are tucked in there somewhere between the trawlers against the wharf.

We are anchored between the end of the shingle spit and the shipwrecked trawler. The graves in the foreground remain from the settlement that was here until the clearance in the sixties.

Very peaceful here - just us and the seals. Behind me, out of the entrance and across the fjord, is the little fishing village of Harbour Breton.