As the sun dipped a little, turning the water gold, everyone settled into that perfect Biscay Bay quiet — the kind where the waves do the talking and the breeze carries the smell of salt, grass, and someone’s forgotten Lassie Buns.

And in that moment, with four families laughing, teasing, sharing food, and telling stories that had grown funnier with every retelling, it felt like the whole bay was smiling.

Because that’s the magic of Biscay Bay: Even on an ordinary warm summer’s day, the Coombs, Ryans, Molloys, and Sheas could turn it into a memory worth keeping — sweet, silly, and soaked in Irish roots and Newfoundland charm.