It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents - except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in Collingwood that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.
Aside from rather ugly weather this evening, Carol and I are having a moment to think about what we have done. We are moving away from many kind and wonderful people. For the past few days we have been extended every kindness. Friday we were invited to a gathering of a surprising number of Blue Shores residents at Collingwood Brewery and then again at Barb's home where we drank too much, devoured pizza, and in general acted like adolescents. It was all great fun. We will miss all of our friends in Collingwood - but never fear, we will return.