In order to see whether or not he can cope with retirement, my husband Chris, who'll be 67 by the end of this year, has begun a new, experimental régime, whereby he takes five working days off work every four weeks (75% of his previous hours––the new contract took some time to arrange, because other employees wanting a reduction usually ask to work for 80% of the time). This week is the first try, and so far I think it has gone well. It seems a much better idea than for him suddenly to give up his job altogether.
Having returned from Kingston on Monday, we went hiking round Wakefield yesterday, and today spent a couple of hours cycling up and down the Rideau River bike trail, about 23km, discovering a new bridge for cyclists across the Rideau River. Our walk through Wakefield among the wild flowers, butterflies and bees was, as always, extremely relaxing, so much so that I actually fell asleep in a chair at the mill beside the stream during the afternoon. Next time we go we'll park at the Mill, because we noticed that they have a free plug-in there for electric cars. On the way back to the car this time we saw two girls sitting in a barn loft dangling their feet over the edge, perhaps the same ones who'd brought a pet ferret for a dip in the river earlier. Life moves at a slower pace, in Wakefield. Another discovery there was a new extension to the Wakefield trail.
Tomorrow, till the afternoon of Canada Day, a couple of old friends are coming to visit us, with whom we've kept in touch since we first met them in Apeldoorn in 1978. Elaine speaks English with a Dutch accent but was originally from Canada; Piet is altogether Dutch.