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shacks of the dulse gatherers: A young couple lived in one of them. A 19-yr-old boy was packing dulse into India tea boxes in another shack; [[strikethrough]] he told me [[/strikethrough]] we talked [[strikethrough]] at [[/strikethrough]] all about the unique industry. (I spotted a duck decoy on the rocks by the boxes & gave him a dollar for it) The other guy [[strikethrough]] offered hired [[/strikethrough]] took us ($2.00) in his dory (sliding it off dulse rocks into the sea) & took us around the end of the seawall to the base of the north-end cliffs, back to the lea side of the harbour. (There we watched the 2 seine boats haul up a school of herring)  

Dark Harbour is in the shadow of cliffs. It is dark & foreboding, & also sunny and mild. Its surfaces are unstable, a geological process never completed, and yet a perfect confluence of land, sea, air,[[strikethrough]] vegetation [[/strikethrough]] and life [?]: herring, seaweed, and those who gather these. It's a place of great beauty. 

Afternoon: To Swallowtail Light again - but first a path to the right for a fine view of the bay, then a path to the left for a confrontation with great-sized sea rocks, tiny screes spilling down the slopes, on which grew bellflowers, asters, goldenrod, and others. Then to the lighthouse, and a good look at the remarkable headland. Later, a drive to South Head, and a walk beyond the lighthouse for a