Moving.... ugh, what is there to say. Can you imagine anything more inconvenient and frustratingly time consuming? We've been sleeping at the new house for two weeks, but there's this nice period of liminality in between where there's still a bunch of random crap at the old house and we still don't know where anything is because we shoved most of it into the garage. I think liminality is an apt word to describe the feeling, where one wants so desperately to think about normal life and important things, but one still cannot find the memory card or any of Clementine's clothing.
But it's over now, halleluja! Mostly. It's easy to remember that moving is impermanent and after you do it, you don't have to do it for a long, long time hopefully.
So, in the midst of all this annoyingness of moving, what better activity to do over a three-day weekend* than go to Somers for a visit with Alec's Grandparents, Isabel and Graeme? We always love our times down there, sitting and talking about things and hearing their stories and taking walks on the beach together.
On Sunday morning we woke up and decided to capitalize on the early morning by taking a walk on the beach. It was cold and beautiful and almost no one else was out.
Clementine is always happy to be out and seeing things.
We always wonder how these rocks were formed (with a little Molly, who absolutely loves a good roam on the beach).
Perhaps these are little ancient volcanoes.
Iron deposits?
We rounded an edge of the beach where the sun had started to peek out and it was so bright! By this time more people started to show up to walk their dogs, so we walked back and Molly frolicked with some new friends.
* I made a star and then forgot to explain! We have this lovely long period of the year where it feels like there is at least one three-day weekend per month. It's the best. This weekend was the Queen's Birthday. I don't know much about the Queen, but if it means a long weekend, I will happily oblige.
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