This was one of my favourite days in Antigua. We spent the afternoon at the all too-aptly named Half Moon Bay (in the company of an Italian body builder who rolled his teensy speedo halfway down his butt to tan). Then we planned to shower and change at the Pigeon Beach public change house before going on to the weekly Shirley Heights barbecue party. Unfortunately we got to the change house too late and it had already closed, so sticky and salty as we were, we headed up to Shirley Heights. 
I was grumpy about not getting to shower, but my bad mood evaporated as soon as we arrived at the top of the mountain; the view over English Harbour was breathtaking. Observing from Shirley Heights must be one of the best places anywhere in the world to watch a sun set. We also had a lot of fun taking pictures as the golden hour slipped into sunset, and the sunset into dusk. 
All the while, a steel pan band played, barbecue was grilled, and as it turned dark a reggae band started up as the lights came on across English Harbour. Laurence and I danced, drank dark and stormys, and I permitted him to smoke a Cuban cigar. One of my favourite evenings, for sure. This was one of my favourite days in Antigua. We spent the afternoon at the all too-aptly named Half Moon Bay (in the company of an Italian body builder who rolled his teensy speedo halfway down his butt to tan). Then we planned to shower and change at the Pigeon Beach public change house before going on to the weekly Shirley Heights barbecue party. Unfortunately we got to the change house too late and it had already closed, so sticky and salty as we were, we headed up to Shirley Heights. 
I was grumpy about not getting to shower, but my bad mood evaporated as soon as we arrived at the top of the mountain; the view over English Harbour was breathtaking. Observing from Shirley Heights must be one of the best places anywhere in the world to watch a sun set. We also had a lot of fun taking pictures as the golden hour slipped into sunset, and the sunset into dusk. 
All the while, a steel pan band played, barbecue was grilled, and as it turned dark a reggae band started up as the lights came on across English Harbour. Laurence and I danced, drank dark and stormys, and I permitted him to smoke a Cuban cigar. One of my favourite evenings, for sure. This was one of my favourite days in Antigua. We spent the afternoon at the all too-aptly named Half Moon Bay (in the company of an Italian body builder who rolled his teensy speedo halfway down his butt to tan). Then we planned to shower and change at the Pigeon Beach public change house before going on to the weekly Shirley Heights barbecue party. Unfortunately we got to the change house too late and it had already closed, so sticky and salty as we were, we headed up to Shirley Heights. 
I was grumpy about not getting to shower, but my bad mood evaporated as soon as we arrived at the top of the mountain; the view over English Harbour was breathtaking. Observing from Shirley Heights must be one of the best places anywhere in the world to watch a sun set. We also had a lot of fun taking pictures as the golden hour slipped into sunset, and the sunset into dusk. 
All the while, a steel pan band played, barbecue was grilled, and as it turned dark a reggae band started up as the lights came on across English Harbour. Laurence and I danced, drank dark and stormys, and I permitted him to smoke a Cuban cigar. One of my favourite evenings, for sure. This was one of my favourite days in Antigua. We spent the afternoon at the all too-aptly named Half Moon Bay (in the company of an Italian body builder who rolled his teensy speedo halfway down his butt to tan). Then we planned to shower and change at the Pigeon Beach public change house before going on to the weekly Shirley Heights barbecue party. Unfortunately we got to the change house too late and it had already closed, so sticky and salty as we were, we headed up to Shirley Heights. 
I was grumpy about not getting to shower, but my bad mood evaporated as soon as we arrived at the top of the mountain; the view over English Harbour was breathtaking. Observing from Shirley Heights must be one of the best places anywhere in the world to watch a sun set. We also had a lot of fun taking pictures as the golden hour slipped into sunset, and the sunset into dusk. 
All the while, a steel pan band played, barbecue was grilled, and as it turned dark a reggae band started up as the lights came on across English Harbour. Laurence and I danced, drank dark and stormys, and I permitted him to smoke a Cuban cigar. One of my favourite evenings, for sure. This was one of my favourite days in Antigua. We spent the afternoon at the all too-aptly named Half Moon Bay (in the company of an Italian body builder who rolled his teensy speedo halfway down his butt to tan). Then we planned to shower and change at the Pigeon Beach public change house before going on to the weekly Shirley Heights barbecue party. Unfortunately we got to the change house too late and it had already closed, so sticky and salty as we were, we headed up to Shirley Heights. 
I was grumpy about not getting to shower, but my bad mood evaporated as soon as we arrived at the top of the mountain; the view over English Harbour was breathtaking. Observing from Shirley Heights must be one of the best places anywhere in the world to watch a sun set. We also had a lot of fun taking pictures as the golden hour slipped into sunset, and the sunset into dusk. 
All the while, a steel pan band played, barbecue was grilled, and as it turned dark a reggae band started up as the lights came on across English Harbour. Laurence and I danced, drank dark and stormys, and I permitted him to smoke a Cuban cigar. One of my favourite evenings, for sure. This was one of my favourite days in Antigua. We spent the afternoon at the all too-aptly named Half Moon Bay (in the company of an Italian body builder who rolled his teensy speedo halfway down his butt to tan). Then we planned to shower and change at the Pigeon Beach public change house before going on to the weekly Shirley Heights barbecue party. Unfortunately we got to the change house too late and it had already closed, so sticky and salty as we were, we headed up to Shirley Heights. 
I was grumpy about not getting to shower, but my bad mood evaporated as soon as we arrived at the top of the mountain; the view over English Harbour was breathtaking. Observing from Shirley Heights must be one of the best places anywhere in the world to watch a sun set. We also had a lot of fun taking pictures as the golden hour slipped into sunset, and the sunset into dusk. 
All the while, a steel pan band played, barbecue was grilled, and as it turned dark a reggae band started up as the lights came on across English Harbour. Laurence and I danced, drank dark and stormys, and I permitted him to smoke a Cuban cigar. One of my favourite evenings, for sure. This was one of my favourite days in Antigua. We spent the afternoon at the all too-aptly named Half Moon Bay (in the company of an Italian body builder who rolled his teensy speedo halfway down his butt to tan). Then we planned to shower and change at the Pigeon Beach public change house before going on to the weekly Shirley Heights barbecue party. Unfortunately we got to the change house too late and it had already closed, so sticky and salty as we were, we headed up to Shirley Heights. 
I was grumpy about not getting to shower, but my bad mood evaporated as soon as we arrived at the top of the mountain; the view over English Harbour was breathtaking. Observing from Shirley Heights must be one of the best places anywhere in the world to watch a sun set. We also had a lot of fun taking pictures as the golden hour slipped into sunset, and the sunset into dusk. 
All the while, a steel pan band played, barbecue was grilled, and as it turned dark a reggae band started up as the lights came on across English Harbour. Laurence and I danced, drank dark and stormys, and I permitted him to smoke a Cuban cigar. One of my favourite evenings, for sure. This was one of my favourite days in Antigua. We spent the afternoon at the all too-aptly named Half Moon Bay (in the company of an Italian body builder who rolled his teensy speedo halfway down his butt to tan). Then we planned to shower and change at the Pigeon Beach public change house before going on to the weekly Shirley Heights barbecue party. Unfortunately we got to the change house too late and it had already closed, so sticky and salty as we were, we headed up to Shirley Heights. 
I was grumpy about not getting to shower, but my bad mood evaporated as soon as we arrived at the top of the mountain; the view over English Harbour was breathtaking. Observing from Shirley Heights must be one of the best places anywhere in the world to watch a sun set. We also had a lot of fun taking pictures as the golden hour slipped into sunset, and the sunset into dusk. 
All the while, a steel pan band played, barbecue was grilled, and as it turned dark a reggae band started up as the lights came on across English Harbour. Laurence and I danced, drank dark and stormys, and I permitted him to smoke a Cuban cigar. One of my favourite evenings, for sure. This was one of my favourite days in Antigua. We spent the afternoon at the all too-aptly named Half Moon Bay (in the company of an Italian body builder who rolled his teensy speedo halfway down his butt to tan). Then we planned to shower and change at the Pigeon Beach public change house before going on to the weekly Shirley Heights barbecue party. Unfortunately we got to the change house too late and it had already closed, so sticky and salty as we were, we headed up to Shirley Heights. 
I was grumpy about not getting to shower, but my bad mood evaporated as soon as we arrived at the top of the mountain; the view over English Harbour was breathtaking. Observing from Shirley Heights must be one of the best places anywhere in the world to watch a sun set. We also had a lot of fun taking pictures as the golden hour slipped into sunset, and the sunset into dusk. 
All the while, a steel pan band played, barbecue was grilled, and as it turned dark a reggae band started up as the lights came on across English Harbour. Laurence and I danced, drank dark and stormys, and I permitted him to smoke a Cuban cigar. One of my favourite evenings, for sure.

This was one of my favourite days in Antigua. We spent the afternoon at the all too-aptly named Half Moon Bay (in the company of an Italian body builder who rolled his teensy speedo halfway down his butt to tan). Then we planned to shower and change at the Pigeon Beach public change house before going on to the weekly Shirley Heights barbecue party. Unfortunately we got to the change house too late and it had already closed, so sticky and salty as we were, we headed up to Shirley Heights. 

I was grumpy about not getting to shower, but my bad mood evaporated as soon as we arrived at the top of the mountain; the view over English Harbour was breathtaking. Observing from Shirley Heights must be one of the best places anywhere in the world to watch a sun set. We also had a lot of fun taking pictures as the golden hour slipped into sunset, and the sunset into dusk. 

All the while, a steel pan band played, barbecue was grilled, and as it turned dark a reggae band started up as the lights came on across English Harbour. Laurence and I danced, drank dark and stormys, and I permitted him to smoke a Cuban cigar. One of my favourite evenings, for sure.

This may have been one of our most relaxing days in Antigua, if I can even quantify such a thing. We drove down the west coast of the island to Jacqui O’s Love Beach - a delicious restaurant with its own beautiful bit of beach well stocked with pods. They may have looked like giant bonnets, but they were, in fact, 100% awesome. Not only were they comfy and up off the sand, the bonnet-y bit provided shade and privacy, and the whole thing was so light that you could pick it up and move it around depending on where the sun was in the sky, and how much sun or shade you were feeling like. We got some really expert lounging in that day. This may have been one of our most relaxing days in Antigua, if I can even quantify such a thing. We drove down the west coast of the island to Jacqui O’s Love Beach - a delicious restaurant with its own beautiful bit of beach well stocked with pods. They may have looked like giant bonnets, but they were, in fact, 100% awesome. Not only were they comfy and up off the sand, the bonnet-y bit provided shade and privacy, and the whole thing was so light that you could pick it up and move it around depending on where the sun was in the sky, and how much sun or shade you were feeling like. We got some really expert lounging in that day. This may have been one of our most relaxing days in Antigua, if I can even quantify such a thing. We drove down the west coast of the island to Jacqui O’s Love Beach - a delicious restaurant with its own beautiful bit of beach well stocked with pods. They may have looked like giant bonnets, but they were, in fact, 100% awesome. Not only were they comfy and up off the sand, the bonnet-y bit provided shade and privacy, and the whole thing was so light that you could pick it up and move it around depending on where the sun was in the sky, and how much sun or shade you were feeling like. We got some really expert lounging in that day. This may have been one of our most relaxing days in Antigua, if I can even quantify such a thing. We drove down the west coast of the island to Jacqui O’s Love Beach - a delicious restaurant with its own beautiful bit of beach well stocked with pods. They may have looked like giant bonnets, but they were, in fact, 100% awesome. Not only were they comfy and up off the sand, the bonnet-y bit provided shade and privacy, and the whole thing was so light that you could pick it up and move it around depending on where the sun was in the sky, and how much sun or shade you were feeling like. We got some really expert lounging in that day. This may have been one of our most relaxing days in Antigua, if I can even quantify such a thing. We drove down the west coast of the island to Jacqui O’s Love Beach - a delicious restaurant with its own beautiful bit of beach well stocked with pods. They may have looked like giant bonnets, but they were, in fact, 100% awesome. Not only were they comfy and up off the sand, the bonnet-y bit provided shade and privacy, and the whole thing was so light that you could pick it up and move it around depending on where the sun was in the sky, and how much sun or shade you were feeling like. We got some really expert lounging in that day. This may have been one of our most relaxing days in Antigua, if I can even quantify such a thing. We drove down the west coast of the island to Jacqui O’s Love Beach - a delicious restaurant with its own beautiful bit of beach well stocked with pods. They may have looked like giant bonnets, but they were, in fact, 100% awesome. Not only were they comfy and up off the sand, the bonnet-y bit provided shade and privacy, and the whole thing was so light that you could pick it up and move it around depending on where the sun was in the sky, and how much sun or shade you were feeling like. We got some really expert lounging in that day. This may have been one of our most relaxing days in Antigua, if I can even quantify such a thing. We drove down the west coast of the island to Jacqui O’s Love Beach - a delicious restaurant with its own beautiful bit of beach well stocked with pods. They may have looked like giant bonnets, but they were, in fact, 100% awesome. Not only were they comfy and up off the sand, the bonnet-y bit provided shade and privacy, and the whole thing was so light that you could pick it up and move it around depending on where the sun was in the sky, and how much sun or shade you were feeling like. We got some really expert lounging in that day.

This may have been one of our most relaxing days in Antigua, if I can even quantify such a thing. We drove down the west coast of the island to Jacqui O’s Love Beach - a delicious restaurant with its own beautiful bit of beach well stocked with pods. They may have looked like giant bonnets, but they were, in fact, 100% awesome. Not only were they comfy and up off the sand, the bonnet-y bit provided shade and privacy, and the whole thing was so light that you could pick it up and move it around depending on where the sun was in the sky, and how much sun or shade you were feeling like. We got some really expert lounging in that day.

On our third day in Antigua we drove to Deep Bay, a beautiful and secluded spot, boasting just a few other beach-goers. It rained twice while we were there; once after just settling in, and then a second time after we had climbed to the top of Fort Barrington, a crumbling fort on top of a small mountain at one end of the bay. It afforded beautiful views of the beach, and a striking view of the approaching storm. As with all the rain we experience in Antigua, the inclement weather blew in and blew out within 10 minutes. Then we had some fun taking photos on the way back down; these last two black and white shots were taken by Laurence. Can you tell that we were channelling Christina’s World in that last photo? On our third day in Antigua we drove to Deep Bay, a beautiful and secluded spot, boasting just a few other beach-goers. It rained twice while we were there; once after just settling in, and then a second time after we had climbed to the top of Fort Barrington, a crumbling fort on top of a small mountain at one end of the bay. It afforded beautiful views of the beach, and a striking view of the approaching storm. As with all the rain we experience in Antigua, the inclement weather blew in and blew out within 10 minutes. Then we had some fun taking photos on the way back down; these last two black and white shots were taken by Laurence. Can you tell that we were channelling Christina’s World in that last photo? On our third day in Antigua we drove to Deep Bay, a beautiful and secluded spot, boasting just a few other beach-goers. It rained twice while we were there; once after just settling in, and then a second time after we had climbed to the top of Fort Barrington, a crumbling fort on top of a small mountain at one end of the bay. It afforded beautiful views of the beach, and a striking view of the approaching storm. As with all the rain we experience in Antigua, the inclement weather blew in and blew out within 10 minutes. Then we had some fun taking photos on the way back down; these last two black and white shots were taken by Laurence. Can you tell that we were channelling Christina’s World in that last photo? On our third day in Antigua we drove to Deep Bay, a beautiful and secluded spot, boasting just a few other beach-goers. It rained twice while we were there; once after just settling in, and then a second time after we had climbed to the top of Fort Barrington, a crumbling fort on top of a small mountain at one end of the bay. It afforded beautiful views of the beach, and a striking view of the approaching storm. As with all the rain we experience in Antigua, the inclement weather blew in and blew out within 10 minutes. Then we had some fun taking photos on the way back down; these last two black and white shots were taken by Laurence. Can you tell that we were channelling Christina’s World in that last photo? On our third day in Antigua we drove to Deep Bay, a beautiful and secluded spot, boasting just a few other beach-goers. It rained twice while we were there; once after just settling in, and then a second time after we had climbed to the top of Fort Barrington, a crumbling fort on top of a small mountain at one end of the bay. It afforded beautiful views of the beach, and a striking view of the approaching storm. As with all the rain we experience in Antigua, the inclement weather blew in and blew out within 10 minutes. Then we had some fun taking photos on the way back down; these last two black and white shots were taken by Laurence. Can you tell that we were channelling Christina’s World in that last photo? On our third day in Antigua we drove to Deep Bay, a beautiful and secluded spot, boasting just a few other beach-goers. It rained twice while we were there; once after just settling in, and then a second time after we had climbed to the top of Fort Barrington, a crumbling fort on top of a small mountain at one end of the bay. It afforded beautiful views of the beach, and a striking view of the approaching storm. As with all the rain we experience in Antigua, the inclement weather blew in and blew out within 10 minutes. Then we had some fun taking photos on the way back down; these last two black and white shots were taken by Laurence. Can you tell that we were channelling Christina’s World in that last photo? On our third day in Antigua we drove to Deep Bay, a beautiful and secluded spot, boasting just a few other beach-goers. It rained twice while we were there; once after just settling in, and then a second time after we had climbed to the top of Fort Barrington, a crumbling fort on top of a small mountain at one end of the bay. It afforded beautiful views of the beach, and a striking view of the approaching storm. As with all the rain we experience in Antigua, the inclement weather blew in and blew out within 10 minutes. Then we had some fun taking photos on the way back down; these last two black and white shots were taken by Laurence. Can you tell that we were channelling Christina’s World in that last photo? On our third day in Antigua we drove to Deep Bay, a beautiful and secluded spot, boasting just a few other beach-goers. It rained twice while we were there; once after just settling in, and then a second time after we had climbed to the top of Fort Barrington, a crumbling fort on top of a small mountain at one end of the bay. It afforded beautiful views of the beach, and a striking view of the approaching storm. As with all the rain we experience in Antigua, the inclement weather blew in and blew out within 10 minutes. Then we had some fun taking photos on the way back down; these last two black and white shots were taken by Laurence. Can you tell that we were channelling Christina’s World in that last photo? On our third day in Antigua we drove to Deep Bay, a beautiful and secluded spot, boasting just a few other beach-goers. It rained twice while we were there; once after just settling in, and then a second time after we had climbed to the top of Fort Barrington, a crumbling fort on top of a small mountain at one end of the bay. It afforded beautiful views of the beach, and a striking view of the approaching storm. As with all the rain we experience in Antigua, the inclement weather blew in and blew out within 10 minutes. Then we had some fun taking photos on the way back down; these last two black and white shots were taken by Laurence. Can you tell that we were channelling Christina’s World in that last photo?

On our third day in Antigua we drove to Deep Bay, a beautiful and secluded spot, boasting just a few other beach-goers. It rained twice while we were there; once after just settling in, and then a second time after we had climbed to the top of Fort Barrington, a crumbling fort on top of a small mountain at one end of the bay. It afforded beautiful views of the beach, and a striking view of the approaching storm. As with all the rain we experience in Antigua, the inclement weather blew in and blew out within 10 minutes. Then we had some fun taking photos on the way back down; these last two black and white shots were taken by Laurence. Can you tell that we were channelling Christina’s World in that last photo?

I returned last week from a glorious mid-winter getaway to Antigua with my parents and Laurence. Our first couple days included an extremely relaxing afternoon at Jumby Bay, and a tasty lunch at Catherine’s Cafe Plage in English Harbour. The view of the harbour from Pigeon Beach is really stunning - all steep mountains, and pretty boats.
I took three cameras on this trip, if you include the one on my phone (it certainly got a workout, I was Instagramming up a storm here). In additional to my usual DSLR, I was also shooting with a new-to-me vintage Pentax K1000! It was so much fun, Laurence and I were giddy with excitement about shooting film.
These are photos from our first couple days away, mostly film, with a digital thrown in for good measure (look at those colours!!). I returned last week from a glorious mid-winter getaway to Antigua with my parents and Laurence. Our first couple days included an extremely relaxing afternoon at Jumby Bay, and a tasty lunch at Catherine’s Cafe Plage in English Harbour. The view of the harbour from Pigeon Beach is really stunning - all steep mountains, and pretty boats.
I took three cameras on this trip, if you include the one on my phone (it certainly got a workout, I was Instagramming up a storm here). In additional to my usual DSLR, I was also shooting with a new-to-me vintage Pentax K1000! It was so much fun, Laurence and I were giddy with excitement about shooting film.
These are photos from our first couple days away, mostly film, with a digital thrown in for good measure (look at those colours!!). I returned last week from a glorious mid-winter getaway to Antigua with my parents and Laurence. Our first couple days included an extremely relaxing afternoon at Jumby Bay, and a tasty lunch at Catherine’s Cafe Plage in English Harbour. The view of the harbour from Pigeon Beach is really stunning - all steep mountains, and pretty boats.
I took three cameras on this trip, if you include the one on my phone (it certainly got a workout, I was Instagramming up a storm here). In additional to my usual DSLR, I was also shooting with a new-to-me vintage Pentax K1000! It was so much fun, Laurence and I were giddy with excitement about shooting film.
These are photos from our first couple days away, mostly film, with a digital thrown in for good measure (look at those colours!!). I returned last week from a glorious mid-winter getaway to Antigua with my parents and Laurence. Our first couple days included an extremely relaxing afternoon at Jumby Bay, and a tasty lunch at Catherine’s Cafe Plage in English Harbour. The view of the harbour from Pigeon Beach is really stunning - all steep mountains, and pretty boats.
I took three cameras on this trip, if you include the one on my phone (it certainly got a workout, I was Instagramming up a storm here). In additional to my usual DSLR, I was also shooting with a new-to-me vintage Pentax K1000! It was so much fun, Laurence and I were giddy with excitement about shooting film.
These are photos from our first couple days away, mostly film, with a digital thrown in for good measure (look at those colours!!). I returned last week from a glorious mid-winter getaway to Antigua with my parents and Laurence. Our first couple days included an extremely relaxing afternoon at Jumby Bay, and a tasty lunch at Catherine’s Cafe Plage in English Harbour. The view of the harbour from Pigeon Beach is really stunning - all steep mountains, and pretty boats.
I took three cameras on this trip, if you include the one on my phone (it certainly got a workout, I was Instagramming up a storm here). In additional to my usual DSLR, I was also shooting with a new-to-me vintage Pentax K1000! It was so much fun, Laurence and I were giddy with excitement about shooting film.
These are photos from our first couple days away, mostly film, with a digital thrown in for good measure (look at those colours!!). I returned last week from a glorious mid-winter getaway to Antigua with my parents and Laurence. Our first couple days included an extremely relaxing afternoon at Jumby Bay, and a tasty lunch at Catherine’s Cafe Plage in English Harbour. The view of the harbour from Pigeon Beach is really stunning - all steep mountains, and pretty boats.
I took three cameras on this trip, if you include the one on my phone (it certainly got a workout, I was Instagramming up a storm here). In additional to my usual DSLR, I was also shooting with a new-to-me vintage Pentax K1000! It was so much fun, Laurence and I were giddy with excitement about shooting film.
These are photos from our first couple days away, mostly film, with a digital thrown in for good measure (look at those colours!!). I returned last week from a glorious mid-winter getaway to Antigua with my parents and Laurence. Our first couple days included an extremely relaxing afternoon at Jumby Bay, and a tasty lunch at Catherine’s Cafe Plage in English Harbour. The view of the harbour from Pigeon Beach is really stunning - all steep mountains, and pretty boats.
I took three cameras on this trip, if you include the one on my phone (it certainly got a workout, I was Instagramming up a storm here). In additional to my usual DSLR, I was also shooting with a new-to-me vintage Pentax K1000! It was so much fun, Laurence and I were giddy with excitement about shooting film.
These are photos from our first couple days away, mostly film, with a digital thrown in for good measure (look at those colours!!).

I returned last week from a glorious mid-winter getaway to Antigua with my parents and Laurence. Our first couple days included an extremely relaxing afternoon at Jumby Bay, and a tasty lunch at Catherine’s Cafe Plage in English Harbour. The view of the harbour from Pigeon Beach is really stunning - all steep mountains, and pretty boats.

I took three cameras on this trip, if you include the one on my phone (it certainly got a workout, I was Instagramming up a storm here). In additional to my usual DSLR, I was also shooting with a new-to-me vintage Pentax K1000! It was so much fun, Laurence and I were giddy with excitement about shooting film.

These are photos from our first couple days away, mostly film, with a digital thrown in for good measure (look at those colours!!).

The house was much more still after the families with kiddos left, and we three adults (and Duff) were left to entertain ourselves. I took photos around the house, and we went on a beautiful afternoon walk nearby.  The house was much more still after the families with kiddos left, and we three adults (and Duff) were left to entertain ourselves. I took photos around the house, and we went on a beautiful afternoon walk nearby.  The house was much more still after the families with kiddos left, and we three adults (and Duff) were left to entertain ourselves. I took photos around the house, and we went on a beautiful afternoon walk nearby.  The house was much more still after the families with kiddos left, and we three adults (and Duff) were left to entertain ourselves. I took photos around the house, and we went on a beautiful afternoon walk nearby.  The house was much more still after the families with kiddos left, and we three adults (and Duff) were left to entertain ourselves. I took photos around the house, and we went on a beautiful afternoon walk nearby.  The house was much more still after the families with kiddos left, and we three adults (and Duff) were left to entertain ourselves. I took photos around the house, and we went on a beautiful afternoon walk nearby.  The house was much more still after the families with kiddos left, and we three adults (and Duff) were left to entertain ourselves. I took photos around the house, and we went on a beautiful afternoon walk nearby.  The house was much more still after the families with kiddos left, and we three adults (and Duff) were left to entertain ourselves. I took photos around the house, and we went on a beautiful afternoon walk nearby.  The house was much more still after the families with kiddos left, and we three adults (and Duff) were left to entertain ourselves. I took photos around the house, and we went on a beautiful afternoon walk nearby. 

The house was much more still after the families with kiddos left, and we three adults (and Duff) were left to entertain ourselves. I took photos around the house, and we went on a beautiful afternoon walk nearby. 

Each Christmas time I look forward to my annual trip to Vermont for New Years with Laurence and family. The house is cosy, fire-warmed, and blanketed in snow, and looks out over mountains and farmers’ fields. Take me back! Each Christmas time I look forward to my annual trip to Vermont for New Years with Laurence and family. The house is cosy, fire-warmed, and blanketed in snow, and looks out over mountains and farmers’ fields. Take me back! Each Christmas time I look forward to my annual trip to Vermont for New Years with Laurence and family. The house is cosy, fire-warmed, and blanketed in snow, and looks out over mountains and farmers’ fields. Take me back! Each Christmas time I look forward to my annual trip to Vermont for New Years with Laurence and family. The house is cosy, fire-warmed, and blanketed in snow, and looks out over mountains and farmers’ fields. Take me back! Each Christmas time I look forward to my annual trip to Vermont for New Years with Laurence and family. The house is cosy, fire-warmed, and blanketed in snow, and looks out over mountains and farmers’ fields. Take me back! Each Christmas time I look forward to my annual trip to Vermont for New Years with Laurence and family. The house is cosy, fire-warmed, and blanketed in snow, and looks out over mountains and farmers’ fields. Take me back! Each Christmas time I look forward to my annual trip to Vermont for New Years with Laurence and family. The house is cosy, fire-warmed, and blanketed in snow, and looks out over mountains and farmers’ fields. Take me back! Each Christmas time I look forward to my annual trip to Vermont for New Years with Laurence and family. The house is cosy, fire-warmed, and blanketed in snow, and looks out over mountains and farmers’ fields. Take me back! Each Christmas time I look forward to my annual trip to Vermont for New Years with Laurence and family. The house is cosy, fire-warmed, and blanketed in snow, and looks out over mountains and farmers’ fields. Take me back!

Each Christmas time I look forward to my annual trip to Vermont for New Years with Laurence and family. The house is cosy, fire-warmed, and blanketed in snow, and looks out over mountains and farmers’ fields. Take me back!

On a frigid and snowy weekend, I escaped with a small group of friends to a sweet farm a few hours north of Toronto. Despite the minus minus temperatures we braved the elements to partake in the sleigh ride which has become traditional to this wintertime excursion. Our ride was bisected by a much-need spiked hot chocolate pit spot, wherein the warm mugs for defrosting hands were as much appreciated as the hot beverage inside. On a frigid and snowy weekend, I escaped with a small group of friends to a sweet farm a few hours north of Toronto. Despite the minus minus temperatures we braved the elements to partake in the sleigh ride which has become traditional to this wintertime excursion. Our ride was bisected by a much-need spiked hot chocolate pit spot, wherein the warm mugs for defrosting hands were as much appreciated as the hot beverage inside. On a frigid and snowy weekend, I escaped with a small group of friends to a sweet farm a few hours north of Toronto. Despite the minus minus temperatures we braved the elements to partake in the sleigh ride which has become traditional to this wintertime excursion. Our ride was bisected by a much-need spiked hot chocolate pit spot, wherein the warm mugs for defrosting hands were as much appreciated as the hot beverage inside. On a frigid and snowy weekend, I escaped with a small group of friends to a sweet farm a few hours north of Toronto. Despite the minus minus temperatures we braved the elements to partake in the sleigh ride which has become traditional to this wintertime excursion. Our ride was bisected by a much-need spiked hot chocolate pit spot, wherein the warm mugs for defrosting hands were as much appreciated as the hot beverage inside. On a frigid and snowy weekend, I escaped with a small group of friends to a sweet farm a few hours north of Toronto. Despite the minus minus temperatures we braved the elements to partake in the sleigh ride which has become traditional to this wintertime excursion. Our ride was bisected by a much-need spiked hot chocolate pit spot, wherein the warm mugs for defrosting hands were as much appreciated as the hot beverage inside. On a frigid and snowy weekend, I escaped with a small group of friends to a sweet farm a few hours north of Toronto. Despite the minus minus temperatures we braved the elements to partake in the sleigh ride which has become traditional to this wintertime excursion. Our ride was bisected by a much-need spiked hot chocolate pit spot, wherein the warm mugs for defrosting hands were as much appreciated as the hot beverage inside. On a frigid and snowy weekend, I escaped with a small group of friends to a sweet farm a few hours north of Toronto. Despite the minus minus temperatures we braved the elements to partake in the sleigh ride which has become traditional to this wintertime excursion. Our ride was bisected by a much-need spiked hot chocolate pit spot, wherein the warm mugs for defrosting hands were as much appreciated as the hot beverage inside. On a frigid and snowy weekend, I escaped with a small group of friends to a sweet farm a few hours north of Toronto. Despite the minus minus temperatures we braved the elements to partake in the sleigh ride which has become traditional to this wintertime excursion. Our ride was bisected by a much-need spiked hot chocolate pit spot, wherein the warm mugs for defrosting hands were as much appreciated as the hot beverage inside. On a frigid and snowy weekend, I escaped with a small group of friends to a sweet farm a few hours north of Toronto. Despite the minus minus temperatures we braved the elements to partake in the sleigh ride which has become traditional to this wintertime excursion. Our ride was bisected by a much-need spiked hot chocolate pit spot, wherein the warm mugs for defrosting hands were as much appreciated as the hot beverage inside. On a frigid and snowy weekend, I escaped with a small group of friends to a sweet farm a few hours north of Toronto. Despite the minus minus temperatures we braved the elements to partake in the sleigh ride which has become traditional to this wintertime excursion. Our ride was bisected by a much-need spiked hot chocolate pit spot, wherein the warm mugs for defrosting hands were as much appreciated as the hot beverage inside.

On a frigid and snowy weekend, I escaped with a small group of friends to a sweet farm a few hours north of Toronto. Despite the minus minus temperatures we braved the elements to partake in the sleigh ride which has become traditional to this wintertime excursion. Our ride was bisected by a much-need spiked hot chocolate pit spot, wherein the warm mugs for defrosting hands were as much appreciated as the hot beverage inside.

I’m about to head up north to a friend’s farm for the weekend, but I wanted to share a couple more photos from New York. These were taken the afternoon we went to the Cloisters, when we met up with my good friend and former housemate, Laura. Since she leaves on the east coast we don’t see much of each other, and it was a real treat to be in NYC at the same time! I’m about to head up north to a friend’s farm for the weekend, but I wanted to share a couple more photos from New York. These were taken the afternoon we went to the Cloisters, when we met up with my good friend and former housemate, Laura. Since she leaves on the east coast we don’t see much of each other, and it was a real treat to be in NYC at the same time! I’m about to head up north to a friend’s farm for the weekend, but I wanted to share a couple more photos from New York. These were taken the afternoon we went to the Cloisters, when we met up with my good friend and former housemate, Laura. Since she leaves on the east coast we don’t see much of each other, and it was a real treat to be in NYC at the same time! I’m about to head up north to a friend’s farm for the weekend, but I wanted to share a couple more photos from New York. These were taken the afternoon we went to the Cloisters, when we met up with my good friend and former housemate, Laura. Since she leaves on the east coast we don’t see much of each other, and it was a real treat to be in NYC at the same time!

I’m about to head up north to a friend’s farm for the weekend, but I wanted to share a couple more photos from New York. These were taken the afternoon we went to the Cloisters, when we met up with my good friend and former housemate, Laura. Since she leaves on the east coast we don’t see much of each other, and it was a real treat to be in NYC at the same time!

Two weeks ago I made the annual (American) Thanksgiving pilgrimage to New York to spend the weekend with Laurence and his friends and family. On Saturday, after having taken Friday to recover from the feasting, we visited the Cloisters, an amazing outpost of the Met at the uppermost tip of Manhattan. I loved the old stone buildings, and was pleasantly surprised by some of the items in the collection - straight outta my old art history text books, ya know? And how wacky is this demon guy with his lizard biceps, chicken legs, and tummy face??  Two weeks ago I made the annual (American) Thanksgiving pilgrimage to New York to spend the weekend with Laurence and his friends and family. On Saturday, after having taken Friday to recover from the feasting, we visited the Cloisters, an amazing outpost of the Met at the uppermost tip of Manhattan. I loved the old stone buildings, and was pleasantly surprised by some of the items in the collection - straight outta my old art history text books, ya know? And how wacky is this demon guy with his lizard biceps, chicken legs, and tummy face??  Two weeks ago I made the annual (American) Thanksgiving pilgrimage to New York to spend the weekend with Laurence and his friends and family. On Saturday, after having taken Friday to recover from the feasting, we visited the Cloisters, an amazing outpost of the Met at the uppermost tip of Manhattan. I loved the old stone buildings, and was pleasantly surprised by some of the items in the collection - straight outta my old art history text books, ya know? And how wacky is this demon guy with his lizard biceps, chicken legs, and tummy face??  Two weeks ago I made the annual (American) Thanksgiving pilgrimage to New York to spend the weekend with Laurence and his friends and family. On Saturday, after having taken Friday to recover from the feasting, we visited the Cloisters, an amazing outpost of the Met at the uppermost tip of Manhattan. I loved the old stone buildings, and was pleasantly surprised by some of the items in the collection - straight outta my old art history text books, ya know? And how wacky is this demon guy with his lizard biceps, chicken legs, and tummy face??  Two weeks ago I made the annual (American) Thanksgiving pilgrimage to New York to spend the weekend with Laurence and his friends and family. On Saturday, after having taken Friday to recover from the feasting, we visited the Cloisters, an amazing outpost of the Met at the uppermost tip of Manhattan. I loved the old stone buildings, and was pleasantly surprised by some of the items in the collection - straight outta my old art history text books, ya know? And how wacky is this demon guy with his lizard biceps, chicken legs, and tummy face??  Two weeks ago I made the annual (American) Thanksgiving pilgrimage to New York to spend the weekend with Laurence and his friends and family. On Saturday, after having taken Friday to recover from the feasting, we visited the Cloisters, an amazing outpost of the Met at the uppermost tip of Manhattan. I loved the old stone buildings, and was pleasantly surprised by some of the items in the collection - straight outta my old art history text books, ya know? And how wacky is this demon guy with his lizard biceps, chicken legs, and tummy face??  Two weeks ago I made the annual (American) Thanksgiving pilgrimage to New York to spend the weekend with Laurence and his friends and family. On Saturday, after having taken Friday to recover from the feasting, we visited the Cloisters, an amazing outpost of the Met at the uppermost tip of Manhattan. I loved the old stone buildings, and was pleasantly surprised by some of the items in the collection - straight outta my old art history text books, ya know? And how wacky is this demon guy with his lizard biceps, chicken legs, and tummy face??  Two weeks ago I made the annual (American) Thanksgiving pilgrimage to New York to spend the weekend with Laurence and his friends and family. On Saturday, after having taken Friday to recover from the feasting, we visited the Cloisters, an amazing outpost of the Met at the uppermost tip of Manhattan. I loved the old stone buildings, and was pleasantly surprised by some of the items in the collection - straight outta my old art history text books, ya know? And how wacky is this demon guy with his lizard biceps, chicken legs, and tummy face??  Two weeks ago I made the annual (American) Thanksgiving pilgrimage to New York to spend the weekend with Laurence and his friends and family. On Saturday, after having taken Friday to recover from the feasting, we visited the Cloisters, an amazing outpost of the Met at the uppermost tip of Manhattan. I loved the old stone buildings, and was pleasantly surprised by some of the items in the collection - straight outta my old art history text books, ya know? And how wacky is this demon guy with his lizard biceps, chicken legs, and tummy face?? 

Two weeks ago I made the annual (American) Thanksgiving pilgrimage to New York to spend the weekend with Laurence and his friends and family. On Saturday, after having taken Friday to recover from the feasting, we visited the Cloisters, an amazing outpost of the Met at the uppermost tip of Manhattan. I loved the old stone buildings, and was pleasantly surprised by some of the items in the collection - straight outta my old art history text books, ya know? And how wacky is this demon guy with his lizard biceps, chicken legs, and tummy face?? 

Each Thanksgiving weekend my family heads to the cottage. The only tradition set in stone besides turkey is our annual Thanksgiving hike in Algonquin Park; this year we did the Track and Tower trail. We lucked-out weather-wise; it was a beautiful sunny day, and we were only too happy to hike in t-shirts. This last shot was taken post-hike off our dock, looking towards our neighbours’ piece of shore.  Each Thanksgiving weekend my family heads to the cottage. The only tradition set in stone besides turkey is our annual Thanksgiving hike in Algonquin Park; this year we did the Track and Tower trail. We lucked-out weather-wise; it was a beautiful sunny day, and we were only too happy to hike in t-shirts. This last shot was taken post-hike off our dock, looking towards our neighbours’ piece of shore.  Each Thanksgiving weekend my family heads to the cottage. The only tradition set in stone besides turkey is our annual Thanksgiving hike in Algonquin Park; this year we did the Track and Tower trail. We lucked-out weather-wise; it was a beautiful sunny day, and we were only too happy to hike in t-shirts. This last shot was taken post-hike off our dock, looking towards our neighbours’ piece of shore.  Each Thanksgiving weekend my family heads to the cottage. The only tradition set in stone besides turkey is our annual Thanksgiving hike in Algonquin Park; this year we did the Track and Tower trail. We lucked-out weather-wise; it was a beautiful sunny day, and we were only too happy to hike in t-shirts. This last shot was taken post-hike off our dock, looking towards our neighbours’ piece of shore.  Each Thanksgiving weekend my family heads to the cottage. The only tradition set in stone besides turkey is our annual Thanksgiving hike in Algonquin Park; this year we did the Track and Tower trail. We lucked-out weather-wise; it was a beautiful sunny day, and we were only too happy to hike in t-shirts. This last shot was taken post-hike off our dock, looking towards our neighbours’ piece of shore.  Each Thanksgiving weekend my family heads to the cottage. The only tradition set in stone besides turkey is our annual Thanksgiving hike in Algonquin Park; this year we did the Track and Tower trail. We lucked-out weather-wise; it was a beautiful sunny day, and we were only too happy to hike in t-shirts. This last shot was taken post-hike off our dock, looking towards our neighbours’ piece of shore.  Each Thanksgiving weekend my family heads to the cottage. The only tradition set in stone besides turkey is our annual Thanksgiving hike in Algonquin Park; this year we did the Track and Tower trail. We lucked-out weather-wise; it was a beautiful sunny day, and we were only too happy to hike in t-shirts. This last shot was taken post-hike off our dock, looking towards our neighbours’ piece of shore. 

Each Thanksgiving weekend my family heads to the cottage. The only tradition set in stone besides turkey is our annual Thanksgiving hike in Algonquin Park; this year we did the Track and Tower trail. We lucked-out weather-wise; it was a beautiful sunny day, and we were only too happy to hike in t-shirts. This last shot was taken post-hike off our dock, looking towards our neighbours’ piece of shore. 

One weekend in September I escaped to the cottage with friends. The leaves were just reaching their peak fall colour, but the days were warm and we braved the water! One weekend in September I escaped to the cottage with friends. The leaves were just reaching their peak fall colour, but the days were warm and we braved the water! One weekend in September I escaped to the cottage with friends. The leaves were just reaching their peak fall colour, but the days were warm and we braved the water! One weekend in September I escaped to the cottage with friends. The leaves were just reaching their peak fall colour, but the days were warm and we braved the water! One weekend in September I escaped to the cottage with friends. The leaves were just reaching their peak fall colour, but the days were warm and we braved the water! One weekend in September I escaped to the cottage with friends. The leaves were just reaching their peak fall colour, but the days were warm and we braved the water!

One weekend in September I escaped to the cottage with friends. The leaves were just reaching their peak fall colour, but the days were warm and we braved the water!

One late-summer weekend in Collingwood at a friend’s farm. One late-summer weekend in Collingwood at a friend’s farm. One late-summer weekend in Collingwood at a friend’s farm. One late-summer weekend in Collingwood at a friend’s farm. One late-summer weekend in Collingwood at a friend’s farm. One late-summer weekend in Collingwood at a friend’s farm. One late-summer weekend in Collingwood at a friend’s farm.
Some of my last summer photos, finally. These are from Labour Day weekend at the lake, with Laurence! The weather may have been variable, but we got in one really solid paddle.  Some of my last summer photos, finally. These are from Labour Day weekend at the lake, with Laurence! The weather may have been variable, but we got in one really solid paddle.  Some of my last summer photos, finally. These are from Labour Day weekend at the lake, with Laurence! The weather may have been variable, but we got in one really solid paddle.  Some of my last summer photos, finally. These are from Labour Day weekend at the lake, with Laurence! The weather may have been variable, but we got in one really solid paddle.  Some of my last summer photos, finally. These are from Labour Day weekend at the lake, with Laurence! The weather may have been variable, but we got in one really solid paddle.  Some of my last summer photos, finally. These are from Labour Day weekend at the lake, with Laurence! The weather may have been variable, but we got in one really solid paddle.  Some of my last summer photos, finally. These are from Labour Day weekend at the lake, with Laurence! The weather may have been variable, but we got in one really solid paddle. 

Some of my last summer photos, finally. These are from Labour Day weekend at the lake, with Laurence! The weather may have been variable, but we got in one really solid paddle. 

Labour Day 2013, Laurence and I went down to the waterfront to check out two new parks, Ontario Square and Canada Square, designed by his firm, MVVA. In the span of 30 minutes, dramatic clouds and fog rolled away, revealing sunshine and blue sky, before a dramatic downpour had us running for shelter under a Redpath Sugar tent at the ‘Hot and Spicy Food Festival’!  Labour Day 2013, Laurence and I went down to the waterfront to check out two new parks, Ontario Square and Canada Square, designed by his firm, MVVA. In the span of 30 minutes, dramatic clouds and fog rolled away, revealing sunshine and blue sky, before a dramatic downpour had us running for shelter under a Redpath Sugar tent at the ‘Hot and Spicy Food Festival’! 

Labour Day 2013, Laurence and I went down to the waterfront to check out two new parks, Ontario Square and Canada Square, designed by his firm, MVVA. In the span of 30 minutes, dramatic clouds and fog rolled away, revealing sunshine and blue sky, before a dramatic downpour had us running for shelter under a Redpath Sugar tent at the ‘Hot and Spicy Food Festival’! 

On an August afternoon trip to Algonquin we could hardly pass up the opportunity to hike the aptly-named ‘Lookout Trail’. As promised, there was a lookout, and we looked out.
P.S. Those are my mother’s hiking sandals On an August afternoon trip to Algonquin we could hardly pass up the opportunity to hike the aptly-named ‘Lookout Trail’. As promised, there was a lookout, and we looked out.
P.S. Those are my mother’s hiking sandals

On an August afternoon trip to Algonquin we could hardly pass up the opportunity to hike the aptly-named ‘Lookout Trail’. As promised, there was a lookout, and we looked out.

P.S. Those are my mother’s hiking sandals