OK, we've slacked off. It's 30C (feels like 39) and we're Canadian for Pete's sake. It's all very well for Mad Dogs And Englishmen, but Canadians don't go out in the noonday sun. We've been lolling about in the shade, quaffing cool beverages and perspiring. In spite of clinging tenaciously to shady spots, Paul has turned a lovely pink. and is muttering about vacationing in Iceland.....
Lunch in the "Palm-zebo"
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