Yesterday we went on a Sunday afternoon adventure looking for kettles at Kettle Point. For a long time I thought that Kettle Point is so called because it is for the most part a First Nations reserve and it fits in with other descriptive Canadian place names I associate (not necessarily rightly) with early colonial/native settlement like White Horse, Yellowknife, Moose Jaw, Head-Smashed-In-Buffalo-Jump etc. I recently discovered that the 'kettles' refer not to cooking pots but to a quite rare geological phenomenon called 'cannonball concretions' that occur in this area, so being a boring Mother who is interested in this kind of thing I dragged everyone down there for a look.
We didn't do too well trying to find kettles, I think that the little round black rock in the middle of this photo is one but it was too wet and slippy to get a closer look.
So the geology wasn't really forthcoming but what a different beach from the ones I've got used to here. Our beach is only about 15 miles up the coast from Kettle Point and it often feels like the Med with the white sands and turquoise water, this was more like Scotland, especially with the waves thundering in and the wind blowing a hoolie. Also because you could drive right down the beach on to the sand.
The kids loved it, they always get over excited when it's blustery and they think they're really intrepid clambering about on the rocks.
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