Every fibre of my being is focused on the flash of silver leaping out of the water. The fish is desperately trying to spit the hook, to break the line inseparably linking us.
I’m thinking Hemingway: the old woman and the sea? Continue reading →
My stallion Colos and me. Photo courtesy of Pierre Bessette.
A big brown eye cautiously regards me. I’m stroking his neck, but Colos is a rescue horse who has been mistreated, so he’s not sure about this human. After a few minutes, we make friends, but mounting this gentle giant offers a different challenge; I can’t reach the stirrup without a hand up. He stands patiently as I climb into the saddle in an undignified scramble. Continue reading →
That expression is more than 150 years old and apparently originated in Wales, which once grew more than 200 apple varieties! Sounds like a good marketing scheme to me, especially given the less than savoury reputation the fruit got courtesy of Adam and Eve. Continue reading →
Toronto’s spectacular skyline seen from the deck of the Oriole.
Ask most locals how to spend a great day in Toronto and you’d probably be directed to the Royal Ontario Museum, or the Ontario Science Centre, or the Art Gallery of Ontario, or the CN Tower – all great options.. But I spent a day almost entirely outdoors doing some really cool things, all in the GTA. Continue reading →