A tow courtesy of Terry, from the Fisherman's Wharf, to get us 'back home'.

The Coastguard from Burgeo came to our rescue when the shaft and propeller 'uncoupled' from the gearbox.

The final get together on Saturday evening was a dance opened by Mummers - a fancy dress tradition. I was dragged up to join in with an 'Ugly Stick' (a homemade percussion instrument).

The open-air stage at the beach. The final dance went on well into the dark hours and the small floor was packed.

Andrez getting a little over enthusiastic I fear!

Confused by both sets of lights, this fawn didn't leave the road with its mother. Trent nipped out to guide it in the right direction. Coyote follow the herds and pick off any stray young.

On dusk, a young Moose appeared on the road and then disappeared into the trees. We waited until he came out the other side of the stand of trees, but by then he was quite a distance away.

The fog came down on the way back in to Burgeo and we must have come across hundreds in scattered groups crossing the road on their migration west to east.

A good view of the hills, islands and boats. The way in for yachts is centre; we are stood on a low bridge.