All together again
Under a coal black sky. Edit that. Under a star filled black sky, with the whistling of the wind as background instrumental. Almost ready for bed, once this post is complete. We’ve been “away” all day, involved in a multi-generational family gathering. First time in years.
Finding the group of cottages relied upon incomplete directions, a bit of dead reckoning and an electronic map. Down, at the end of a shore lane (there are thousands in the province) and then take a left at the A-frame and follow the closest row of cottages by the beach (visible only at low tide). Watch for some unfamiliar cars and hope to see (or be seen) by a familiar face. Easy!
We arrived, and we were early, and that the victory all the more sweet. I can remember when there weren’t cottages down here. Fields, and farmers that needed those fertile acres for growing space. Now, dozens and dozens of small seasonal homes, each one important to someone. A reasonable trade.
I was called upon to see if thee book reader could be repaired, and if the cottage wifi could be accessed, and if the GoPro could be “seen” on my cell (maybe, no and yes). With the particular questions answered, we could then visit. A large age range, from matriarch to great-grand nephew, and the requisite in-betweens. More fun, because none were on home ground. Tourists, out and about.
We could have stayed for the night, but decided to drive back and revisit in a a couple of days. Stretch things out, so to speak. Pretend that it won’t be years until the next time.
