Spent a glorious afternoon and evening in good ol'Scarboro, had a paddle and built a sandcastle with the light of my life. She gets more like her mother every day, not so much resourceful but she can make something out of nothing, must be genetic. In the evening, the Goldwing bikers (all of my generation so I didn't feel out of place) had a parade up and down the fore shore road. A beautiful warm and sunny day turned into a warm and wet evening, just like being abroad. Had my favourite meal at the best Fish and Chip shop on the front, Fishpan. The best of all fish and chips are at the crossroads of Nth Marine Drive and St Thomas Street. The owner, Terry, is a jolly fellow, tell him Steve sent you.
No comments:
Post a Comment