We’d had a late start, and as it was Labour day the restaurant wasn’t exactly overstaffed (actually, we discovered later, it was more a case of over guested, as several others nearby weren’t open). It did, however, give us a chance to watch Bald Eagles in the harbour – and to discover the view from the hotel, which we’d missed at midnight.
As the weather wasn’t ideal, we went to Telegraph Cove – which, like others of a similar name, marked the location that the telegraph wires arrived at/left the Island. They’d done it up nicely, with many restored 1940s buildings and a whale museum.
Dinner that evening was in a local sports bar … more of a local hangout than high class dining.