Across the harbour

Since the bridge fell into disrepair and was subsequentially blown up (one of the great disappointments of my adulthood is not being there to see it blow), I don’t find myself on the other island all that often. It used to be possible to walk from our house to the lighthouse without setting foot in…

End of day

John and I painted the front of the house today. It’s a long way up and involved an abundance of ladder work at heights edging on nerve-wracking, but it’s done. I still have to caulk the windows and do trim, but trim is for next year. So I took an evening wander to stretch my…

What would Dad do?

Here on Exploits, we get wasps’ nests. Frequent and substantial wasps’ nests in inconvenient places. Family lore has evolved around these nests over the years in flamboyant style. It started with Dad and the new outhouse. Sometime in the mid-eighties, after a long boatride across the bay to Exploits, we all trooped sprinted up from…

A shortcut to…

… mushrooms! We picked some chanterelles the other day and had an Exploits feast of mushrooms & mussels. There were plenty to be had. Sautéed in butter with a chicken-flavoured cream sauce over couscous. Delicious!

Summer afternoons at Exploits

I spent the morning and afternoon with a gallon of black stain and a paint brush, crawling around under the deck, painting the house skirting. The afternoon holds an axe an a large stack of wood. If I lived this way year-round, I wouldn’t need a gym membership.