We leave the Trans Canada highway for a short side trip, stopping at the old sulphur mine on Pilley's Island before driving out to Brighton.
In Brighton, we climb a long and steep set of stairs to a viewpoint on the headland and scan the horizon, hoping to spot an iceberg, but see none.
We do get a nice view of a backyard garden in the town below. Jude wants to shout down advice, but I restrain her. After lunch on the headland, we drive back to the Trans Canada and head on towards Twillingate.
By the time we reach Dildo Run Provincial Park (no snickering!) the day has turned cloudy with occasional showers. We set up camp and have a quick supper and then drive out to Twillingate Lighthouse.
On the drive out to the light Jude finally spots an iceberg off to the east. After a bit of map study, I determine it's off French Head north of the town of Durrell. As twilight gathers, we follow a road along the coast to Durrell.
It's not a direct route. The road goes in and out and around numerous coves before ending as a narrow dirt track with a sign warning the road is impassable ahead. We pull over and follow the track on foot. After a few lengthy "shortcuts" (mea culpa) we crest a col on the headland and get a glimpse of the iceberg in the failing light. The wind is blowing hard and occasionally showers pelt us as we sit and watch the berg. The eerie calls of snipe flying overhead adds to the otherworldly feeling of the place. After half an hour we turn to hike back to the car in the dark, reaching it just as the skies open up with a cold, steady rain.
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