A Lot Can Happen in 50km

So here it is: our Fun Day in pictures. Captions are below the photos, not above them (in case the spacing goes all random again).




First, a dress I was dying to buy. Unfortunately, it fit none of us.



Do you recall things like this being in toy stores? Because I don't.



"Oh Mummy, thank you for buying me a nice pasta lunch."



That's Better.



The Gelato Counter. Scene of my humiliation.



The Gelato Customers. That's Caramelatte on the left, and Raspberry Cassis on the right. In the foreground you see Mango.

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On the way home, I took the scenic route. These pictures are of things that all made me feel better, while brooding about my paucity of glamour and surfeit of children.

Clumsy, Bletherer: these are for you. ('Though it wasn't a Sunday morning.)

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What my lovely Nanny used to call 'Happy Cows'.



Study: Barn with Cumulonimbus.



Sounds like fun.



Dear Sir-Who-Drives-This-Vehicle: You should not tickle your female passenger so persistently. Even I can tell she is getting annoyed - it was probably kind of titillating at first, but now it is just pissing her off. Plus, all that distraction might cause you to crash your car. Signed, the Lady Behind You Who Took Most of These Pictures Without Even Slowing Down.




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And now these following are kind of special pictures. When I was a kid growing up here, the most annoying part of this particular route was the tendency of other drivers (particularly tourists) to allow their attention to wander severely while navigating this stretch of road, causing a drastic reduction in speed, and a dangerous meandering. I never got why they were quite so enamoured of the view. But then I matured, and now I have a proper appreciation for it.



To my right




To my left. (That darkish promontory there at centre left is Quadra Island - home of Fun Knits.)



At centre, some people who obviously have their priorities straight.