Lunenburg and Dover

Lunenburg is a colorful town with just 2300 full time residents and apparently, enough church pews to seat the lot of them! It’s a UNESCO World Heritage Site – with justification. We wandered the pretty streets and their (mostly closed) shops on Sunday morning, taking in the ambiance of the place – and sussing out where we’d be able to get groceries and marine supplies… We ended up at the Savvy Sailor for lunch with a nice outside table with a view of the Harbor and golf course across the bay.

Lunenburg Street

Lunenburg Street

Lunenburg

Lunenburg

The weather turned rather dewy, so we headed back to Toodle-oo! for suitable gear and then returned for an afternoon concert at the town’s bandstand and then a great tour of the Fisheries Museum – complete with the history of Bluenose, a highly successful racing schooner built in Lunenburg.

As is our style, we found that we’d rather exhausted the town on day one so the topic of conversation over dinner was whether we should move on to Halifax in the morning – a 60+ mile stint – or if we should relax and spend another day in Lunenburg like every other cruiser we’ve met that seem to manage to spend weeks at a time in each location they visit. In the end we decided to do some boat maintenance (bow light not working) on the Monday morning and then head for a halfway point – Dover – where it sounded like we’d have an interesting anchorage opportunity amongst the small islands…

With bow light fixed (after much cussing and swearing) we weighed anchor at noon and headed out. The wind cooperated and we had a wonderful sail to Dover with the fog being held at bay – right until we were on the approach to Dover and then in closed in with a vengeance.

Foggy Dover

Foggy Dover

The selected anchorage is arrived at through two narrow passes – the second one was certainly the narrowest passageway we’ve threaded Toodle-oo! so far, with rocky outcrops on both sides – navigated in thick fog (probably a blessing in disguise!) it was all very disorientating. We emerged out of the narrow passage and into a seemingly open pool some 40 ft deep so we dropped anchor and 160ft of chain rode.

An hour or so later, the fog lifted just enough to show us that we were opposite some pretty little houses… Hopefully tomorrow morning, the fog will lift and we’ll see where we really are. Meanwhile, the seas are flat in this well protected anchorage so we enjoyed an excellent dinner of Scallops – and turned in. Sleep will come easily in this peaceful and flat anchorage!

Good Eatin' in Dover!

Good Eatin’ in Dover!

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