After the walk yesterday Paul and I repaired to our separate dwellings, and then he and Keith took me to New West Quay. The plan was to sit it out at the Paddlewheeler, but no go, so we sat at the Yellowtail Kitchen and had front row seats for the very nice (but not as nice as Rosemary AB, the new gold standard for these things) fireworks display for Canada Day.
Then I came home, fell on my ass trying to get into the new hammock and Keith and Paul and I regarded Venus and Jupiter and the Moon through borrowed field glasses.
I’ve never seen the moon so bright. It was wonderful. It hung behind the fireworks – an amazing sight.
I think I’m going to take a break from writing today. I’m stuck in a couple of places, and the characters aren’t talking to me.