Wooden walkways stretch all around the bay linking homes, boat houses and the wharf.

Only 22 people are living in McCallum now - many houses are empty.

Another wharf in a little fishing village. This time, we had to move to an decrepit abandoned jetty when the ferry came in before moving back.

Harbour Breton wharf was a busy little place - boats coming and going. These guys had set to mending whelk pots and ropes.

We are tucked in there somewhere between the trawlers against the wharf.

Very peaceful here - just us and the seals. Behind me, out of the entrance and across the fjord, is the little fishing village of Harbour Breton.

We are anchored between the end of the shingle spit and the shipwrecked trawler. The graves in the foreground remain from the settlement that was here until the clearance in the sixties.

Wide expenses of peatland stretched as far as the eye could see for hours.

It's difficult to capture a good shot from a speeding minibus (!), but this gives a feel for the ponds and open ground.

In the city, the older houses still have their traditional wooden cladding, now painted in bright colours.