Trinity

Trinity is a beautiful, maybe idealised, little village. It appears to be largely oriented towards tourism. Most of the people walking on the streets, in the stores and restaurants look like tourists. Many buildings look geared to tourism.  Many are classified as historical buildings and are accompanied by a plaque outlining it’s story.  

We rented a cottage in the village. This gives us a kitchen as well as laundry facilities. On this trip I arranged to alternate between B&Bs or Inns and cottages with laundry facilities.  The idea is that we can pack less because we can wash clothes more frequently.

The cottage faces onto Trinity Bay. On a clear day there would be a spectacular view. But on this day the fog had rolled in and visibility was limited to a couple hundred meters. 

With fog comes the sound of the fog horns. They sparked a memory of my youth living on the west coast by the sea. Those horns in my memory sounded differently. Different lighthouses sound a different note and tune so sailors can identify where they are. A pre-GPS technique for location identification.  

At night I openned the windows to let in the cool air and the sounds of the sea: the horns; the birds; but the water was still and issued no sound.