Up at the crack of dawn and off to the penultimate Flamboro of the season and bloody cold it was too. And at the field we added damp to the mix with a very nice fog hovering. I was dressed very sensibly, suitably layered and toasty and all, while quite a few hardy Canadians were comfortably strolling around in sweaters, shorts and sandals. Pioneer material I am not.
But the fog burned off and by 9:00am a lovely fall day.
Here's what I saw:

a great soapbox racer, sold very, very early in the day

art needs no explanation, it stands or falls on its own
or sometimes it just leans








So, all in all, a good time time was had by all. Except certain wives who didn't get any jewelry.
There's always next time.
As long as we remember: Danger. Keep Off Roof.
There's always next time.
As long as we remember: Danger. Keep Off Roof.
1 comment:
Did any little red shovels follow you home? I think I need one. Or ten. Yes - ten. Or maybe seven. Things arrange themselves better in odd numbers.
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