The remnants of Tropical Storm Matthew had battered the coast of Peggy’s Cove the day before our visit causing power outages up and down the coast. But the day of our visit, the storm had swept out to sea and it was clear and cold with gusty winds.
As we drove along the winding road toward the lighthouse, the beauty and quaintness of the little fishing village warmed my heart. It was as if time had stopped there. There was a serene beauty in the view of the fishing boats quietly docked along the inlet. As we continued toward the point, the landscape opened up to us revealing the magnificent view of Peggy’s Cove Lighthouse and the angry surf pounding the surrounding rocks. With the strong winds and the spectacular view, it literally took our breaths away.
This was definitely another place for Dave!
With birds swooping overhead, I carefully walked down some of the rocks to Margaret Bay and sprinkled Dave’s ashes into the surf. As I was standing on the rocks, I was shocked to hear the mournful sound of bagpipes nearby. I felt joyful, yet saddened, that such a wonderful thing could be happening. The timing was just perfect.
Dave would’ve loved this place!