Decade

Ten years can go by in the blink of an eye, but never has an event been so focused to me as seeing my late Dad's car being taken away up Llysfaen Avenue in Kinmel Bay near Rhyl. Dad had been gone for almost four years at that point, but watching his taxi being taken away seemed like a last goodbye.

Two way Street.

If you go over, you have to come back and there's only one way to do that.

I don't know if it was good or bad for Karen, but it was less crowded on the way back.

History repeats itself

Karen was proud to go across the Capilano suspension bridge once, I think she decided that was enough, however, on a recent visit to BC, her mum, Pat, wanted to go across, so brave young Kagz did it all over again.

Inlet Raider in Gibsons

Last time we saw the Inlet Raider we were in a Dragon Boat paddling past it in Sechelt Inlet, Friday, at Gramma's we were quaffing a jug of landing lager and the ship came in to the new float at Gibsons Harbour, with a barge and a couple of huge vehicles in tow, I say in tow, but they were pushing the barge. They docked, loaded some huge concrete doobery and then were off again, past the green lady and out the gap, probably up to the right 25km to the Lehigh Gravel pit in Sechelt.

Thanks to Buddy Boyd for the photo. Stuff like this only happens when we don't have our camera handy.

Where's Weldo...

Answers on a Postcard please...

Thirsty Thursday.

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