Friday 15 July 2011 How we fly to Halifax to escape the MB

From 8 to 2.30 we labour in partial rain. This was almost as hard as the concreting. Distributing shale and gravel across the last part of the crawl space floor... The sucking sinking Fireclay making an approach by backhoe impossible, we have to wheelbarrow the stuff. And laying plastic on the foot of water now in the basement might have been fun at the age of ten, but at 65 it's soggy frustration... I'm dead by the time we're done. So, I eat a table full of food and we're off by 4 to Halifax. DC has a date with Frances who is beginning to scale down, ie try to create a bit of room in her apartment. Off to Johns for clams and chips... The joint is run by a Spartan, the Peter Vlakos of Dartmouth! The Greeks are so good at fish n chips!