When you are retired, there is no rush to finish the pot of coffee and get on with the day. So it was that I was still reading the previous day's paper when I heard the rumbling of heavy equipment out front. A look out the window revealed a big red dump truck on the beach. Say what?
The potential for beach destruction on a major scale was obvious. It happened that the newspaper in my hand held a classified advert letting interested parties know that somebody wanted to build a dock somewhere and who it was they should call if concerned. So we called the number. We had a number of conversations, both by phone and in person, with this employee of the provincial department that issues permits for installing docks on public property. He did show some concern. In fact, he visited the cove on his own time at the end of the work day. The best he could say was that if the dock owner did not have a permit in place, a stop-work order could be issued until said permit was obtained.
During the day, eight truck loads of material, ranging from massive hunks of armour stone to brown gravel had been delivered. In mid-afternoon, the dump truck was replaced by an excavator. It shifted much of the stone from where it had been dumped on the north end of the beach to the area of the dock. All equipment left for the night and we wondered whether that was the end.
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