Today was a most memorable day. In the morning I was out on the water in glorious sunshine chasing icebergs. And in the evening I was facing a mountain of fresh lobster for dinner. 

And that's before I even mention that Karen arrived back on Fogo Island just a few days ago as well.  

It's now late May and the icebergs are numerous and huge. Many stand over three hundred feet high, but move surprisingly quickly in the frigid Labrador current.

Pete takes us out in his speedboat to get a closer look at one shaped like the tip of the Matterhorn. We keep a respectful distance away in case it rolls over - it is a spectacular sight.

The surface is worn by the waves, and the jagged edges show where slabs have sheared off.

On a much smaller chunk of ice - technically called a 'bergy bit' - we see a stranded arctic fox that looks as if he's been adrift for a while. With the wind now blowing onshore, we can only hope he's lucky enough to hit land soon.

The crab and lobster season should be well under way by now, but the abundance of ice is hampering fishing. Luckily Winston has acquired some lobster and we're invited to dinner.  What a beautiful sight - bright red crustaceans covering the table.

Soon we must leave and head back home to Washington for the summer. This week we begin preparing the Sprinter for another road trip. But first perhaps some gourmet ice cream from Growlers - a newly opened enterprise serving delicious ice cream, and located at the bottom of our driveway!