Enroute to Prideaux Haven we spotted a work boat with an unusual profile. What was that cargo? oysters, bags and bags of oysters, piled high and spilling over the gunwales.
It seemed that everywhere we traveled we saw oyster farms, some large and some small, some precise and orderly
...while others were a bit more casually arranged.
Oystermen in Refuge Cove took a different approach.
Who ever thinks about oysters, pondering their strange life cycle changes or even their economic history and impact? M.F.K. Fisher's Consider the Oyster is a worthy read, but I'd rather consider their consumption. Ah, but that would be on the other blog. Oyster season was still closed so we didn't harvest any wild ones, but it was incredibly tempting, surrounded by miles of shore blanketed with those succulent bivalves.