The drive along Digby Spit to Brier Island is strewn with signs advertising whale watching outfitters and the politics of salman fish farming, a contentious issue



Of course the main reason for going to Brier Island every summer are the whales

Elsa and Somers selling their art (and the DVD of "Where the Whales Sing")

Examples of some of the art Elsa sold with some success at 50 cents a piece


Examining the Whale Head Garden over Westport Harbour

Left two locals have a few beers while watching the whales in a tinney and Elsa's photo of a calf spy-hopping



Somers showing off her athletic prowess and with a local friend in her barn feeding the chickens after letting the sheep out of their pens

If there is nothing else to do, we can always go looking for crabs

When Elsa and Somers weren't selling their wares to the punters on the whale watching boats, they were the punters on the whale watching boats, preferably the zodiac

No, Somers isn't feeding the frog to the horse. Elsa and Somers relishing the long Canadian summer days

Somers and Elsa practicing yoga or transcendental meditation or something

There is so much to do on an island with a 40-foot tide

Our last trip out on the water with the whales before heading back to school in Bermuda