A respite

Chris is having a break from work this week and next. This morning I drove him up the Autoroute 5 to Wakefield in the Gatineau Hills. We often go there when we need "a respite from the goading urgency of contingent happenings" as A N Whitehead once put it (Chris, when I first knew him, used to keep a quote book with that one in a prominent place).

The snow is starting to melt along the roadsides but not at Ski Vorlage where we watched families enjoying the slopes during our stroll around the backstreets. The skiing centre is on the edge of the village. Down by the river's edge is a restaurant called Le Hibou with an excellent view both up and down the river. It should have been called Les Hiboux because there were so many owls in there: owl cushions, paintings, drawings of oils, toys, models, tapestries, and a stuffed snowy owl.

In the General Store Chris bought four jars of Wilkin's Lime Marmelade, his favourite, and I found a new purse at Jamboree to replace my broken one.

When we go to Wakefield I always come home in a good and sleepy mood. Today was no exception.