No matter where you live, if there’s a beach nearby, everything’s golden – at least for a little while. It doesn’t really matter that there’s a trail of hydro towers nearby, or a big bridge in the background. Just focus on the soft sand, the water, the rustling waves and the odd seagull’s caw. Close your eyes and you could be anywhere.
Yesterday on the way home from Stoney Creek, I decided to take a much nicer drive home than just barreling down the highway. Soph and I detoured off Centennial Drive and meandered down Eastport Drive and Beach Blvd. Next time we go back, we’ll bring a shovel and a bucket, plus money for lunch at Hutch‘s.