Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning….

…. and the first thing that I heard, Was a song outside my window, And the traffic wrote the words. – Joni Mitchell Or rather, the garbage truck wrote the words and it was a made scramble for the recycling, tossing this into that and those into these and pelting out to the curb in…

Cupids. Not Brigus. Oops.

After lunch, the sun jumped out, the sky turned blue, the snow stopped and we went to Cupids. In my last post I did say we’d go to Brigus next, didn’t I? Right. I lied. But you’ll like Cupids. I promise. Cupids is actually just north of Brigus and we decided to swing through the…