I found this so called Indian Stone interesting in that
it used to be used for knife and implement sharpening by the Indian tribes
whose land this was.
It has been moved to this position as the
adjacent information board shows.
Bleakness personified.
One of the custodians of the National Seashore.
The wind was blowing strong, but it was still dry and
good for a beach walk.
Fair enough
Quite a few teenagers were working on a project.
whilst Jean braved the 'bracing' gale.
Ahoy there, beware sliding cliffs!
My real reason for coming here was to see
the remains of Marconi's first transatlantic radio transmitting station.
There's not much left of it now, but the story is
testament to a brilliant and persistent man.
This is a model of how it once looked.
and this is all that is now to be seen, a few bits of
wood and concrete.
A few shots of bits and pieces in some of
the small towns up and down the Cape.
This store is now closed: For Good! It says
in the left window.
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