We celebrated Queen Victoria's birthday by spending a lot of time to-ing and fro-ing between the boat and the garden.
Friday night Rob and Alex planted the Red Dragon in front yard, which meant transplanting the barberry shrub. Both look comfortable in their new home (the plants, I mean).
Saturday we headed down to BPYC ready to trim the sails. We met a bit of a challenge fitting the jib on the new furling so instead of sailing, we motored to an anchorage with a view of the CN Tower. There were four boats on the hook and lots of night herons to keep us company.
Back in the garden on Sunday afternoon to loaf and laugh at the kitten stalking, bounding and climbing about. I napped in the sun.
To the club for a barbecue and sleep on the boat, watching a few episodes of Larry Sanders on DVD.
Waking Monday morning. Yes! A sail! The new furling allows us to point more tightly into the wind, and it doesn't take as much muscle to bring in the jib.
Home for dinner on Monday night.
Then down to the Beach. Prince Charles and Camilla were in town to preside over the fireworks scheduled at Ashbridges Bay, and there was a wonderful display in honour of the Queen's Jubilee.
Home again, home again, jiggity-jig. Sat out in the dark with a candle, listening to the whistle and pop of neighbourhood fireworks.
Wonderfully sleepy, and so, to bed.