Chill day.

Friday:

We wanted to go north to visit Saint Marie Amongst The Huron, but it was a Bank Holiday weekend. The motorway was almost at a stand still. Neither of us were keen on spending 5 hours in the car, so we turned round and decided to potter round the local area. 

Drove through a tiny place called Ivy. 

They go big on signs in Ivy. 

A place where you might want to plan your break downs....

I have no words.
Made me laugh though.

Found an amazing place for milkshakes. No sharing here. Obvs.

 

Poutine! 

Carrie/Curry/Kerri suggested we try it. 'It's fries, with gravy and cheese curds.' She explained. 'It's delicious and dirty.' We ate it. It was totally delicious. Think cheesy chips n gravy, but with better cheese and great gravy. 

We had a couple of games of chess.

I kept winning, much to his annoyance.. he plays occasionally, I barely know the rules.

We admired the words of wisdom.

We found a farmers market and blew the rest of the day's budget stuffing our faces.

We discovered these honey sticks. Basically plastic straws filled with flavoured honey. NN1 couldn't help himself and ate all the ones we bought, then all the other ones we bought, then all the additional ones we bought.

He even 'accidentally' ate all the ones we bought for me. Here, with some evidence.

Then slumped into a sort of honey coma.

Trying to counter balance his coma with the natural sugars of water melon barely worked. Look at that face.