Thursday evening, the boy having repossessed his car, I take the bus out the Balfour and spend an hour or so scouring the beach.
Not unproductive, although it's getting rather picked.
Left, a well knapped scraper, right-centre (brown) a broken arrowhead, top right a peculiarly broken piece of quartzite, which may or may not have been a scraper or tool, and under the loonie a tiny quartz point (close up it shows sign of being worked, although it just may be the grain of the quartz).
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Adding these to the box of arrowheads I've already collected - some, museum quality, others, well, a little ruder, but it's becoming quite the collection.
The next trip, probably after the fall rains, late October when the ferry's had a chance to churn up some new rocks.