Back To The, Er . . .

Past!!! . . . We traveled 120 km this morning to Listowel to take a picture of the massed horses and buggies outside a Mennonite church we remembered from 15 years ago. However, good intentions, roads to hell and all that . . . we started off late due to my need for bacon and eggs, and then we got lost.

So, we arrived after the horses - and their passengers - had bolted; the buggy park was deserted, looking as if a Stephen King movie had descended. All was not lost, however, while fleeing the apocalypse, we caught up with one of the homebound Mennonites. But, if he's traveling in the opposite direction to us, we must be lost again. I think . . .