Over on the summer side
We hadn’t made it all the way to Summerside the other day, so the usual passenger manifest was on board for a short trip westward. We started with a visit to the Farmers’ Market in ‘town, where lunch fare was better than fair. The others opted for various personalized menus; I settled for a good coffee served by Theresa. The wonderful voiced Ms Doyle was doing backup duty for her spouse at their stand, “for the second time in nineteen years”. I caught up on the whereabouts of some of the other coffeehouse people from the 70’s show (my personal version) and then watched someone spinning wool. No calluses there, due to the natural lanolin.
We took the route ‘through the hills’ to Summerside, with a photo stop in Kinkora. It was the gallery at Eptek that kept our attention for the first hour. I’m not much for paintings and weaving, but good woodworking wins my heart every time. The young man at the door reaffirmed that I couldn’t have any samples.
I also had a chance to hear a few minutes of “ANNE AND GILBERT” and a return for a real performance would be acceptable to all but the dog (who can’t pay for her ticket in any case). The young lady from After-Math seems to have found her niche.
Summerside is turning historical. At least, that’s the story that Mr. Horne from the Wyatt Foundation tells us. Lots of beautiful homes available to the willing (and wealthy). Lots of artifacts and archives. I could enjoy winters in such an atmosphere.
Food, on the other hand, is harder to come by, unless you like fast food. We did have a leisurely supper at GJ’s, but the brand doesn’t do justice to what those letters meant when I was younger and full of dance fever.
