Nothing wrong with repetition

We've done all of this before, but we like it: lunch for my mother and me al fresco on the balcony-deck of the General Store at Wakefield (changed since the old days) with a view up and down the Gatineau River (the café there known as Chamberlin's Lookout). They sell old fashioned children's toys upstairs—irresistible! No rain today, in spite of the less optimistic forecast yesterday. Chris, who'd been "flying approaches" before lunch, accepted a lift from Carol so that both of them could join us after lunch for an afternoon walk past the Wakefield Elementary school with its new playground, up the hill through the forest, past the cemetery in the field where Lester B. Pearson is buried and then down the hill past MacLaren's old mill beside the stream. The gift shop Jamboree is always worth visiting, as is the Wakefield bakery for its excellent multigrain loaves, and before we drive back home we sometimes remember to stock up on fresh water from the roadside spring, as we did today.