|This is pig country. The bacon, ham and pork is just fantastic. Clearly Thursday is a real banner day.|
|A Menonite convoy. Mind you this was Sunday so the cars were likely in the garage at home whilst they went to church in the old ways.|
St. Jacob’s is a largely Menonite enclave and that was why we were heading in that direction but as the day wore on it became clear we (a) couldn’t find the damn place and (b) even when the GPS had got its act together, we’d have no time to do anything other than leave so we redirected our efforts towards Stratford and Henry V.
|Avon River walk in Stratford, Ontario.|
Once we settled ourselves at the Festival Inn on the outskirts and found the theatre we walked into town along the riverbank which was really lovely, circumnavigated the town in really quite short time and settled ourselves into the Mercer Inn for dinner, a nice boutique Inn that had declined to house us for the night but fed and watered us really well.
|I hadn't expected to find a broom maker making brooms in the old fashioned way but here in St. Jacob's we did.|
|It tells you something where another protestant church (above) has been sold and turned into a toy shop and day care centre in St. Jacob's high street.|
Lake Huron as all know is one of the Great Lakes – the others being Ontario, Erie, Michigan and the largest of all by a factor of an awful lot Superior. They are all connected by rivers, canals and other waterways, so you can get through to about half way across the continent by water provided you follow the connections properly. Huron is 3rd one over from the Atlantic. Michigan is just about below Huron with Superior, the monster, to the west. Brian overlooks Huron and the view is simply sensational.
|Rum Swizzle overlooking Lake Huron. It wasn't hard to drink it!|
That part of the coastline also has a real beach. Well, real if you classify ‘beach’ in its proper way as being the stuff churned up from the sea floor by wave action but not a real beach if you classify it as being either sandy or pink like Bermuda’s. But as Huron only has silt and mud at the bottom and not rocks and coral like Bermuda, you can’t blame it. The texture actually reminds me of the mud flats at my home town, Southend, when the tide’s out.
|The hot tub on the upper balcony was pretty darn nice!|
Grand Bend is interesting. Staying with Brian enabled me to see the town in two completely distinct but parallel lights: the summer resort catering to wild young party goers and the all year round town where normal people lived normal lives. The main street was a cut down version of Key West with fewer seedier aspects and looking back on the trip I did there last year with Viv, there must have been another side to it. We just never saw it. In Grand Bend we saw that through Brian’s eyes.
|Mickey is the grey haired guy next to the blond (his wife) in profile. A few minutes after the girl in yellow joined them and began a lengthy, loud conversation that will surely make it to the next episode and should not be missed.|
I’ll go back in a while and take a look at some more recent episodes to see if Viv and I have made it onto an edition.
|Sunset over Lake Huron|
Thanks Grand Bend and of course Brian and Irene, it was a blast.