Walking back I found that Britannia Village had still not stirred, yet I had been gone three hours. Sheesh. This art frame shop window gave a proper r (...)

Yup, no one is going anywhere fast.

The wind was picking up strongly so I took a short cut towards home. You just never know what you'll find in this village. I never knew you could go l (...)

The wind chill was really getting to me now. However, I was distracted by the sounds of faint yells and distant, flashing colours. I trekked in that g (...)

I took my quick two shots with frost-bitten fingers. Crikey, it must have been -30 C with that strong wind. I went home to thaw. It had been a good wa (...)

Our crummy Winter continues with one gray day following another. It is uninspiring to say the least. These icicles were the best I could do lately. Ho (...)

After some essential shopping in Buckingham we paid homage to the Temple of Spirits know locally as the SAQ. Don called with dire warnings that his la (...)

Don's icy lane way was no joke. It was just tractor wide and very icy. It was hard to walk on. Jeff eventually snuck back out to the road and drove hi (...)

Gray or not, the camera must be used or so I told myself. I liked the frost on the garage window. Is that a bunny in the upper left panel?

I am afraid that I must report that the Reverend George Steadman has had a subtle effect on the spirituality of our host, Don. This cross motif is but (...)

Despite Don's potential spiritual backsliding a nearby muted rumbling drew me to the edge of the cliff over-looking the Blanche. My soul sighed at the (...)

While we were concocting our various drinkies Don entertained us with his mastery of colloquial French as practiced in the wilds of Mayo. I lent my me (...)

Breakfast at the Masson Market was a mandatory start to every Saturday. Pauline joined us and we chatted while Jeff took Donna on a tour of the indoor (...)

Back at the Hermitage the light was dancing with the Blanche.

The sun was coming back into our lives and drew everyone outside for a lookabout. Donna's gaze was attracted by the dancing light. Jeff took her for a (...)

Don will use any excuse to fire up his tractor. And so it was that when the damsel hight Heather called for help yon knight did mount his steel horse (...)

Heather's arrival is always a big deal at the Hermitage. Don always makes a big production out of it. It was Act I at the Mayo Theatre. Her gear loade (...)

Heather's arrival was timed perfectly with the drinkies schedule. There was a lot of catching up to do so a jawfest began. I glanced outside the windo (...)

The antics of these young male wild turkeys convinced us that they shared a single neuron between the three of them. They would fly down to where Don (...)

Here be Nicholas, Valerie with their Mom, Pauline, and Heather on the end. Jeff had conjured up another magnificent supper and mouths were drooling in (...)