I’m feeling a little bit under the weather, so I’m going to let the photos do most of the talking today. Plus I cannot for the life of me think of a more engaging title for this post. I believe it is Raffi who is responsible for this.
We are lucky enough to live just a few minutes from a stretch of coastline along Georgian Bay, where there are little inlets of rocky beach and water to lap at your toes.
People swim there (though it’s usually cold!) and set up picnics and buy french fries from the one concession, ‘The Chipper.’ It can get very busy in the summertime and because we seem to exhibit odd homebody hermit tendencies, we usually opt just not to bother. I would call that an embarrassment of riches, which is indeed embarrassing if you don’t actually take advantage of it. Well, thank god for house guests! No, I mean it. Leaving their downtown Toronto abode for the weekend, Lisa and Nick wanted to SWIM. And so we went, and so we did (okay, Chris and I stayed on dry land and threw the kid in). And it was a genuinely perfect morning.
Jean shorts yet again. How the mighty have fallen.