The owner in the camping ground at South Harbour told us about a lovely little church with a cemetery not far down the road. As the next day was Sunday she rung some of the locals to find out what time the service was. (She was Catholic so she didn't know!) Having done the laundry (Keith thinks I get withdrawal symptoms if I don't do it each day - anyway this was like a Mondays; sheets towels etc!!) we headed for the Aspy Bay United Church. True to her word it was a delightful little church built in 1878 and lovingly maintained. We were able to share in the ceremonial planting of a tree to remember those who have died. A fellow camper had recommended the seafood chowder at Neils Chowder House in Neils Harbour so we headed for there to partake of the views and the cuisine. Slopped into a polystyrene bowl with a get-it-yourself spoon, and serviced with a tea biscuit commonly known to us as a scone, it was hardly the Ritz but filled a hole before we moved on to Ingonish where we stopped at the National Park camping ground.