Sighting of a rare species
A rare sighting; the bishop in the local church. I think that episcopal visits have always been on a sparse timetable; the bicentennial is historically relevant, hence the journey. The boat used by his predecessor was nowhere to be seen.
Meet and greet outside and inside, with an invitation to supper with my aunt and uncle. Gave some genealogy detail to a neigbouring camper before we made haste to go to Souris and buy ice cream bars to eat at a picnic table near the old train station site. I also took the dog roaming through two abandoned farm houses, where she tries to scare a piece of scrap iron back to life. No luck.
Mid-afternoon saw us on the road to Fortune. Good or bad I cannot tell.
A long relaxed evening with a great meal and lots of table talk before we returned to camp, late as usual. No coyotes tonight; last night had raised the arm hairs on those around me although I’d slept through the death cries of some small wee beastie,
