Running (around with) The Goat(s), Part 2: Visiting The Feather

We didn’t expect the goats. Then again, goats are nothing if not unexpected (is that a triple negative or a double?). We had been warned that The Feather was community grazing land and that there were sheep, attack horses and possibly stink-eyed bulls roaming around, but nothing was said about goats. Things were said about…

Cooling off in the Newman Wine Vaults

When we asked Katherine how she wanted to celebrate Canada Day this year (for Canada Day is very important to Katherines, you see), she gave us a list that was a mish-mash of the best of the best from Canada Days past, with a weather based modification; she wanted to go swimming. So on Canada…

Tuesday

Tuesdays are marvelous days. They don’t have the shock value of Mondays, nor do they have the pressure to get everything done that comes with a Friday. I rather enjoy Tuesdays and expected that this would be a fairly workaday and mundane sort of day. Apparently not. Two things happened. Well, more than two things,…

“I can do that. I just need a wetsuit.”

Monday evening, as we stood on the beach at Beachy Cove, staring across the channel to Bell Island, I told Katherine about my friend Steph Porter and how she and her friends swam across from Bell Island to the mainland. Three miles is the distance. Almost five kilometers. It’s a long swim in open water*….

Pause. Breathe. Resume.

This is a whirl-wind, helter-skelter sort of week for us. We have three major events occurring in the next several days and my aim at this point is simply survival. Last night, after dropping in to visit with friends and their charming child, we threw our schedule to the wind, pulled over and dropped in…