We live in the Toronto neighbourhood known as the Beach. (Or the Beaches. What to call it is a torturous historical debate.) Truthfully, we live in what is known as the Upper Beach. And since we're on the very eastern edge of that, Kelly likes to call it the Upper Outer Beach. Real estate agents are now calling houses well north of us the "North Beach," which is really pushing it.
We are a very pleasant 15 minute walk from this:
Our end of the beach is pretty much beach and little else:
Walk five minutes west along the sand and pebbles and you hit the boardwalk with its runners, dogwalkers, and Starbucks sippers (that's me), swimmers and sunbathers, and, further along, beach volleyball, kite-flying, and picnics -- usually immigrant families who live in apartment buildings and gather in the Woodbine Beach Park on Sunday for a barbeque and to kick the soccer ball around. There's even room for birdwatching on the far western point of the beach.
Given a proper winter, which sadly we have not had for about three years, the beach changes dramatically:
You'd almost think you were in Newfoundland; that's slob ice there around the breakwater:
Nature sculpts beautifully around the edges of Canada's largest city.
2 comments:
Ye ever see slob gulls when the slob ice is in?
(Glaucous gulls, in Newfoundland parlance)
Beautiful ice pictures! and Little Orange Guy was sure cute as a kitten.
Is orange a sex-linked color in cats? Seems I've only known male orange cats.
Julie, Julie, Julie -- all gulls are slobs.
I have heard that something like 75% of orange cats are male, so it is definitely an X-Y thing. The orange gene is supposed to override all other colours (except white) but Mr. harry has one black whisker, which I think is quite charming.
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