Two steps forward

GrandDaughter2 was under the weather today so I offered to walk Louie. We had a lovely walk.

I learned from our holiday in Canada that these are called inuksuks and used to indicate tracks. Environmentalists around here object to them so I had to dismantle mine when I'd taken the photo.

The less photographed angle of Three Cliffs. Amazing to think that once upon a time these cliffs were lying flat and all sorts of creatures were walking on them. Or possibly swimming over them as they're limestone.

After seeing two women emerge from the hole under the cliffs I decided it must be passable - usually the stream comes right up to it. I discovered it was passable if I didn't mind doing a mountain goat impersonation. I had visions of me slipping on the seaweed-covered cliffside and getting my ankle caught and having to send Louie for help, Lassie style.

I was fine.

Then choosing the route back up the mountain - you can call it a hill if you want but I know what it is - I let Louie lead the way, which was a wise choice as he took me on a less-trodden path, allowing me to stop frequently to breathe without embarrassment. A good thing because as I reached the main path a woman came jogging - jogging! - past me. Bear in mind that the path is sand and we all know that it's two steps forward, one step back in sand.

Came home and iced a birthday cake for a man at Zac's who can be relied on to do things.

I forgot to tell you about two conversations from Rough Edges on Saturday. One was how a grandchild (not mine) had come home from school talking about the God Bunny, the Jesus Bunny, and the bad bunnies. When it was suggested to him that they might really have been people the young boy was most upset. "I don't mind the Easter Bunny coming to my house to bring eggs but I don't want a strange man coming in."

The other story was less about bunnies and more about squirrels and foxes and, in particular, the shooting of them. Seems it's quite a normal thing in some areas. One man had a squirrel who lived in their loft and kept them awake at night. When he was in bed, he used a heat tracker to locate its position and then shot it through the ceiling! (And missed it!)