Thursday, October 7, 2010
Today was the first warm sunny day in quite a while so I decided to head to the shores of Lake Ontario and do a little beachcombing.
Normally I have no qualms about putting things I find at the beach in my pocket or bag. This beach, however, is a little different. Burlington is on the shores of Lake Ontario and the area that runs along the lake tends to be quite an upscale neighbourhood, if that makes sense. I can visit but I don't live there. Paletta Park is the site of a restored 1930's mansion on the shores of Lake Ontario. It's quite stunning and I always find great things on the shore -- rocks, sea glass, bits of pottery. But I'm always afraid that someone is going to tell me I can't take rocks from the shore. This morning, there was a couple sitting on a bench quite a distance from me. He had binoculars and every time I saw him looking through them, I felt sure he was watching me, observing. Paranoid, I know. Don't worry. I didn't let this stop me. Even the fear of being reprimanded didn't stop me from collecting. I was just very subtle, sneaky. Pick a rock up, bend down, slip it in my purposely oversized bag. Smooth, I was, very smooth. I felt a little like Relic from The Beachcombers except much cleaner. (Excuse the reference to a classic Canadian TV series. It's part of our psyche.)
Tomorrow I'll show you my new treasures.