I have a private custom, that I usually try to go on some kind of excursion on Canada Day. It's nearly always brilliantly fine, and there's something nice about going out to appreciate the bluest of blue skies and seas and the bright yellows and greens of the grasses. This year, I didn't feel particularly energetic, so I bundled Baggins in the back of the car and went to visit an old haunt: what we in my family called "Mad Jim's Beach" (don't ask), but which is now called Glencoe Cove Kwatsech Park.
( Pictures under the cut )
( Pictures under the cut )