After exploring Peggy’s Cove lighthouse, Randy and I wandered into the small harbour village. Further into the cove, I found this quieter scene: a weathered red boathouse with a mossy green roof, its reflection shimmering in the tide. Two small boats, one red and one blue, floated just offshore, their colours mirrored in the water.

It was simple, unassuming, yet so full of charm. The Atlantic stretched out in the background, while the sheltered cove held this tiny, timeless story of boats, tide, and resilience..