leslie(nova scotia)
11-06-2013, 04:14 PM
Decided to celebrate my new appointment at a half way house (term position) by going out for a dig. Not a dig for clad nor quota, but for an old one! What better place to try then the ":grin:ingle Park which in reality is named after Sir Stanford Flemming in honour of the Scot who gave us standard time, helped build the Canadian railroad and for what I liked the most..... designing Canada's 3 pence beaver in 1851 which was our country's first postage stamp. Very famous man, who like all of us common folk have a dark side. At the entrance to the park the stone mason's did him up right picking on his two vices.
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If you look at the stone carvings to the left with some degree of objectivity you will notice that it looks like a bottle. Fleming was known for his fondness of ale...vice number one! Now as for the right side, think of a part of the male anatomy that controls the brain. Yes indeed he was a world class skirt chaser.
Driving to the main part of the park and settling in Donna Marie (Marie's car) I could not help but notice the natural beauty of the park and the tower erected to honour the parks name sake. Fitting.
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The dig began as I took the northwest trail down the shore of the Northwest Arm along which many a French prisoner of the early war took when out on a gentleman's pass. They sold crafts and handwork to get extra food rations. Melville Island was in those days a military prison which is now home to the Armdale Yacht Club.
The path is fit for a mountain goat especially since Hurricane Juan which felled many a tree. I was going to give the knee a real work out. Modern penny. Modern dime. Another penny and then a watch but no oldy. By this time the pursuit had taken me far from the maddening crowd utilizing the park. A nature call.....Lord love a duck! No bathroom tissue, no leaves but ...yes a forest floor full of pine needles........painful but did the job. Sure my derriere looked like a porcupine after that. Slithered down the slope and washed my hands off in the water....sure that was a halibut lot more toxic than anything that came out of this bouy. All evidence was buried as I had no doggie dew bag.
Back on the hunt...a good signal from my backup Pro. Darn a clasp. Started to meander through the woods. Slipped! A banshee let out some ungodly howls...and a few choice words thrown in for good measure. I was done with this and limped back to the car. Done with the Dingle but I wanted an oldy!
The Button Hole....almost gone and refilled.
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Twenty minutes later I had my oldy......button.
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Now home safe but sore. Now its time to pull my 5 remaining strands of hair out as I try and set my new digital watch........of course that is after I clean out the tub full of pine needles.......oh joy! <;)
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If you look at the stone carvings to the left with some degree of objectivity you will notice that it looks like a bottle. Fleming was known for his fondness of ale...vice number one! Now as for the right side, think of a part of the male anatomy that controls the brain. Yes indeed he was a world class skirt chaser.
Driving to the main part of the park and settling in Donna Marie (Marie's car) I could not help but notice the natural beauty of the park and the tower erected to honour the parks name sake. Fitting.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/leslie19/023-2.jpg (http://smg.photobucket.com/user/leslie19/media/023-2.jpg.html)
The dig began as I took the northwest trail down the shore of the Northwest Arm along which many a French prisoner of the early war took when out on a gentleman's pass. They sold crafts and handwork to get extra food rations. Melville Island was in those days a military prison which is now home to the Armdale Yacht Club.
The path is fit for a mountain goat especially since Hurricane Juan which felled many a tree. I was going to give the knee a real work out. Modern penny. Modern dime. Another penny and then a watch but no oldy. By this time the pursuit had taken me far from the maddening crowd utilizing the park. A nature call.....Lord love a duck! No bathroom tissue, no leaves but ...yes a forest floor full of pine needles........painful but did the job. Sure my derriere looked like a porcupine after that. Slithered down the slope and washed my hands off in the water....sure that was a halibut lot more toxic than anything that came out of this bouy. All evidence was buried as I had no doggie dew bag.
Back on the hunt...a good signal from my backup Pro. Darn a clasp. Started to meander through the woods. Slipped! A banshee let out some ungodly howls...and a few choice words thrown in for good measure. I was done with this and limped back to the car. Done with the Dingle but I wanted an oldy!
The Button Hole....almost gone and refilled.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/leslie19/027-1.jpg (http://smg.photobucket.com/user/leslie19/media/027-1.jpg.html)
Twenty minutes later I had my oldy......button.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/leslie19/030-2.jpg (http://smg.photobucket.com/user/leslie19/media/030-2.jpg.html)
Now home safe but sore. Now its time to pull my 5 remaining strands of hair out as I try and set my new digital watch........of course that is after I clean out the tub full of pine needles.......oh joy! <;)