Blow that horn elsewhere
Sunrise is a special time of day. Reflective. Why the guy with the supersize RV towing a truck felt the need to blow his air horn, at both the base and the crest of the lane, was lost on me. Happy Trails, Camper! We all know about your important departure.
Of course with no reason to return to the tent, finding food gained in importance. First, coffee. There’s a Timmy’s for that, in Canada. Park near the harbour and feast on blueberry scones while listening to early morning radio.
Next, find the measuring tape (under the car seat), and measure a driveway for width. Seems like seventeen (feet); I’ll see what the permit people suggest, later this week. Then, we went for a more traditional brunch, at the lighthouse. The coffee was weak-end…
The whole day served as a study in heat avoidance; thirty minutes of AC is equivalent to 3km on the road. Not a heavy price to pay. We alternated car cooling and ice cream. A circle through Greenwich, and the clock had advanced to supper time. The dog was firmly attached in the shade while we enjoyed the fare at Naufrage.
There are a lot of roads to the shore, and if someone posts a realtor tag at the top, the bottom welcomes. No need to price anything, when it is more interesting to see what people have spent all their money on. Note to self: find out about Kohler generation systems.
Already time to start the fire and feed the skeeters. A breeze would be blessed.
