Trot Around and Over Signal Hill

Today being a middlingly decent day, I figured I’d go for a trek through the Battery and up and over Signal Hill. Such adventures also make for satisfactory photo opportunities so I geared up and headed out. (click to enlarge photos) The colours of this house snagged my eye as I passed, as did the Tolkien-evoking mark on the door, as if it was a dwarven portal. Few boats on the go. Satan’s buttcrack. It was dark, dangerous, and it smelled. For a second I thought I could hear two people having an evil, conspiratorial conversation in some previously unuttered language down there, but it was just couple pigeons, having an echoey coo and chirp. Fort Amherst with an iceberg…