Beach-combing in Bayfield
On one of our daytrips, my sister and I headed out to Bayfield. While walking along the side streets, admiring the various styles of architecture, she’d made her declaration. She’d found it. Her heart’s desire. The one place on this earth where she wants to retire.
Some people want to live in a city, perched within a penthouse.
Some people want to live in the country, properly grounded within the solid walls of a stone cottage.
Others embrace suburbia.
My reason for the outing? I’d hoped to find something interesting on the beach. Pieces of glass, a fish skeleton or a message in a bottle. I wanted to discover something remarkable.
What did we find? Lots and lots of pebbles. All sorts of colours and varying sizes. Driftwood bleached so white, it was best to leave our sunglasses on. Bird feathers. From bluejays. The charred remains of abandoned campfires.
I walked barefoot along the water’s edge. Seagulls cawed, waves moved in and out, pushing and pulling pebbles and sand. I stood still, looking out over the water, focused on the horizon. Absorbing the seductive mixture of sunlight, wind and waves, a fluttering thought circled me. My remarkable discovery sought me out in the guise of a single word.
Possibilities.
Treasure Hunting in Tidal Pools
A Visit to the Pet Supply Store
An Educational Trip to Toronto
Beachcombing in Bayfield
Engaging With the Flora and Fauna
Iguana Sighting in the Wild
On one of our daytrips, my sister and I headed out to Bayfield. While walking along the side streets, admiring the various styles of architecture, she’d made her declaration. She’d found it. Her heart’s desire. The one place on this earth where she wants to retire.
Some people want to live in a city, perched within a penthouse.
Some people want to live in the country, properly grounded within the solid walls of a stone cottage.
Others embrace suburbia.
My reason for the outing? I’d hoped to find something interesting on the beach. Pieces of glass, a fish skeleton or a message in a bottle. I wanted to discover something remarkable.
What did we find? Lots and lots of pebbles. All sorts of colours and varying sizes. Driftwood bleached so white, it was best to leave our sunglasses on. Bird feathers. From bluejays. The charred remains of abandoned campfires.
I walked barefoot along the water’s edge. Seagulls cawed, waves moved in and out, pushing and pulling pebbles and sand. I stood still, looking out over the water, focused on the horizon. Absorbing the seductive mixture of sunlight, wind and waves, a fluttering thought circled me. My remarkable discovery sought me out in the guise of a single word.
Possibilities.
Treasure Hunting in Tidal Pools
A Visit to the Pet Supply Store
An Educational Trip to Toronto
Beachcombing in Bayfield
Engaging With the Flora and Fauna
Iguana Sighting in the Wild