A Mare labor, Saint Pierre and Miquelon’s motto. Mare, she is everywhere. Labor, it depends of what you understand in Labor. For retired people it could be an insult, but howewer….It will be without taking in account Stephane’s personality, great fisherman under the look of God, and the sea he knows as it’s pocket since he was a child, who came when we arrived in the archipelago, in the company of the friend Laurent, to ask the Captain to work again, just to give some lessons to aprentice fishermen. In fact time flys in Saint Pierre, even in winter there is no risk of neurasteny. Small territory free from Covid madness, life is quietly flowing.
Quietly, if you don’t tell of the walks in the “moutain”, whatever the weather, with Iris and her dog friends, if you don’t tell of the Tai chi lessons and Taekwondo of Anne Marie, the Star Navigation lessons given by Capi, the learning of the arab language he took again and the book he is writing, the evening meetings by the friend Nathalie listening Irish music, when it’s not time to start singing seamen’s songs like a crew on a binge.
So, we din’t see winter going. As says the locals, it was a very mild winter, enough for us to appreciate the snow Iris love, but not enough to ice the Barachois where our “SKØIERN” lies, nor to use our norvegian sled. Global warming seems to be here, Miquelon and Langlade are ready to divorce, the strand which was united them is going into pieces with the winter storms, it’s only a question of time.
Spring is coming, very slowly but the sun is already high in the sky, then we are refitting our boat, the sails are back, we prepare oursleves to ear again the song of the water flowing on the hull and the quietness of the anchorages. The “Zigotos” put their dories back to water, they promise to built one for us, birds knows that winter is away, they are getting smart. We will not go further than the archipelago, nothing more, the doors of Greenland and Canada are closed. We made ourselves vaccined to be able to travel, but with not much confidence, we have to be patients, like everybody, we wait arching our back and we know that we are privileged here on our rock.
