My 65th birthday weekend and, of course, the Master Builder can’t keep away from that pile of logs. I think I might have been hoping for a couple of days off, days doing nothing much in particular, eating bacon and eggs, walking on the beach, reading the novel I just started set in Peterborough, England that is, no more, no less, where I grew up sort of... I abandon the MB to go down to the village to watch Barcelona beating Manchester United in a brilliantly entertaining game. Jean-Pierre, the Breton owner of the place, entertains me to a couple of hours talking French... Meanwhile, back at the Cape the MB is producing BEAMS in bright and rare sunlight.
Sunday offers up a perfectly lovely birthday party hosted by Deborah who delights everyone with biryani and salads followed by the birthday chocolate cake. Anna comes from Antigonish with Conor and Hannah. Balloons and best wishes, after which I sleep for 2 hours while the MB continues to saw away at the logs. There’s no way of stopping a Master Builder, especially when he has 90 joists to make and 40 huge beams... Three cheers for the Master Builder!
I INTERRUPT THIS BLOG TO SHOW YOU TWO PHOTOS OF LOCAL CRAFTSPEOPLE FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION: which of the two dream catcher garden trellises do you like best. The prize for the best response will be your v ery own Dream Catcher from Cape Breton!
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