Picnic at Tinker's Point

Eight of us and two dogs, the humans averaging something over seventy and both dogs a little infirm, walked the short path (two km or so) out to Tinker's Point for a picnic. All manner of good food and drink was brought.

Despite the bubbly and, though it was a precipitous twenty-metre drop down to the water, none of the ten was damaged. Nor even by the walk back to the cars. I *was* tempted to take a nap in the grass first; I was convinced otherwise.

I cannot blame my lack of plumb on the bubbly -- I can see the bottle unopened on the table.

That's Tors Cove just to the south of us in the short distance. And the "fog" was smoke from fires in Western Canada, drifted north from NWT to the Arctic and then east and south over us. We are all linked environmentally.