Strawberries and a show hall
Even a tent will rattle and roll, if there’s enough wind blowing. Last night was a noisy one; the surf moved from a rhythmic beat to a steady roar, and instead of sleeping, I listened.
But, as they say, “this too shall pass”. Sometime after dawn, the wind shifted slightly and by noon things were back to a state of calm. Enough, we’re going for strawberries and ice cream at the railway station. Lots of company, as this is a yearly happening, what with the speeder rides and the musical entertainment. Peggy Clinton and Johnny “Pianoman” Ross were the headliners, and the place stayed attentive for hours. Even the dogs (and the basket of free kittens) got in the mood. For the record, there was only one lonely furball seeking a home by the end of the afternoon.
To the amazement of all, I made it to yet another restaurant for supper. The Blue Fin, where a roast beef dinner provided an alternative to food that swims. In and out in the appointed time, so we could head on over to the newly renovated Souris Show Hall for their inaugural concert.
I’ve been to the hall in past, but a local committee has spent the winter fostering a dream. New paint job. New seats, (thanks to the Confed Centre theatre). A new sound system, I suspect. And a lot of local entertainment. Again, an entertaining evening, with a chance for me to align faces with names I’ve heard through the summers.
And now I’m waiting for dusk, so the campfire brigade can take over with various caveman TV channels.
