Struck the tent
We started the day with a hail and farewell to the family, and then set off to the city to repair a reputation. Seems that my domain (the kind that keeps me enthralled) had been delisted.
The Internet is a dangerous place, but there are many who want to protect without serving. Somehow, this website had been cited as a source of dangerous activity, and instead of displaying my ramblings, a visitor was diverted to a much safer reddish screen that screamed stressfully. “Beyond here lie dragons!”.
I determined that the alarm came from Firefox safe surfing, checked my code, submitted a rebuttal and waited a day. Now all is well again.
Off to Souris to meet the boat. More incoming family; new mealtime partners and another reason to visit the other domain. The grassy one, where the rain had passed but the bugs were still actively defending against all comers. Enough praise; off to eat.
The restaurant business is fickle, and some of our preferred tables are no more. They will remain nameless, if only to save the former owners from sad memories. We did find a comfortable place at the Sandstone in North Lake, and had a delicious seafood meal for a fair price. We shall return. After all, pan-fried haddock counts as real fish (unlike the mystery species that are presented in the frozen food section at home). Ditto for large scallops and shrimp with actual flavour.
Our tent is installed, in the usual place. Rumour has it that we’ll have to do a lateral shift next week, when a wiser set of tourist will claim their right to squat. In the meantime, the surf was in surround sound mode, the breezes were gentle, and we had no problem with falling asleep.
