Night. Sleep. Silence. Everything quiets down in the Winter months in Québec, and as you cross Gaspésie's National Park at night, it does feel like the whole region is fast asleep.

 Not a moose in sight

Not a moose in sight

 

A moment to reflect and to offer a lullaby to sleepers from other time zones. In the vast and completely deserted National Park of the Québec Peninsula, the feeling that the whole world is in a deep sleep, sets in.

You're very much like these trees [fast asleep], Six time-zones away from these [melodies], may they find you [in your dreams]

Let your Rêveries, and your peaceful slumber, be scented with words from your dearest lover,

 
 

Comme le sommeil infin [de Gaspésie], si paisible si loin d'ici, rêve de moi ou de mots [qu'je t'ai dit]

"Like the infinite slumber of Gaspésie, so peaceful, so far from here, dream of me or of words I shared with you."

A peninsula, if you're not familiar with the term, is a area of land, not quite an island but still surrounded by a lot of water. And East (and North) of Québec City, lies the huge almost-island that is Gaspésie.

 A view of the night-time coast-line south of the National Park.

A view of the night-time coast-line south of the National Park.

 

This region of Québec is actually bigger than the country of Belgium, and that's where these ukuleles are carrying on their Northern Adventure. Gaspésie. Not Belguim. And in the heart of it, right where Brussels should be, only trees, light snow, and the company of a few rivers, and entertainingly, a ukulele or two.

 On a big adventure, ukulele needs rest too

On a big adventure, ukulele needs rest too

 

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The nice people behind Cloud Music Ukuleles  are making this adventure #GoingNorth and its lullabies possible

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