Bugs and then earwigs
Missed the sunrise. Not that I wasn’t up and ready, but the cloud cover permitted nothing more than an unkept promise. However, my despair was enough to trigger a down day, wherein we stayed close to the campsite and did other things.
Like reading, and sleeping in the periods of sunshine and basically doing vacation level things. Sitting at a picnic table on the edge of a cliff, listening to the surf below qualifies as R&R.
We decided to join a group of cousins and dependents for supper down in Cardigan. Reservations and all. And we left first and waited in the parking lot for twenty minutes at the other end, before going in to find that the reservations had been cancelled. Not ours, though. It took a conclave of staff to realize that stroked out name in the book was somebody else. Didn’t resolve our dilemma… we drove across to the other restaurant (even small places can have choices) and found the others already at table, awaiting our appearance.
I’m leaving out the incriminating photo, but I did accept to eat lobster at a lobster supper. Not the whole thing; after working through the claws, I did a handoff to my seatmate and opted for a second round of chowder. There are limits. A note to the restaurant staff: garlic butter is a condiment. Ordinary butter is a lubricant.
It might be related to the weather (rain, followed by rain), but I’ve rarely seen as many earwigs as this year. Hiding in all dark corners of the kingdom. Leave my foodstuffs alone!
