A close friend of mine lives in one those cute or charming little Loyalist villages along the Lake Ontario shore in Northumberland County, so we decided to drive out to Cobourg and take in the festivities for the National Holiday.
The first thing you remember about Cobourg, or anywhere in Northumberland is how white it is. It has the whitest sport, Lawn Bowling:
The people are very white.
And you can even get white supremacist sheets:
(Jeebus, that is so hot. The thought of bedding some guy on Confederate sheets makes my heart go a-fluttering.*)
More stuff on sale. We did a pass on the Lions Club Arts and Crafts show because it was so late, and also they were charging $7 admission.
Then (against our better instincts) we went to a pub reputed to have very good food; the place was packed to the gills, the so we went next door to a somewhat pretentious up-market place that was very nearly empty. Not good omen. Also it’s never propitious when the menu misspells “Caesar”, and anyway, who the hell wants to see Caesar salad on the menu anymore? The only thing more cliché is when the waiter asks you if you want chicken or shrimp on top.
When we were done, it was time to wander back to the harbour. I got some good shots of old Victoria Hall at sunset:
And then, of course, fireworks.
A satisfactory end to a very satisfactory day.
*Memo to Cobourg Town Council: Maybe, given the huge amount of money you guys draw from tourism, this sort of thing ought to be discouraged.