Just an afternoon's drive

Going back a couple of weeks, I power-washed the front deck and two Saturdays ago, when a couple of days of sun had dried off the deck, we set about sloshing wood preservative on. It took all morning, so, after a light diet-healthy lunch, I said to My Beloved, “Let’s just jump in the car and head toward Mahone Bay, where we will eat dinner.” With the greatest of alacrity, she agreed. And off we went.
It was a lovely cloudless sky, one of the very few we have had this spring or summer, and the roof of the car was open as we just moseyed along. (Oh, don’t be pedantic, I know ‘to mosey’ usually means an ambling walk, but this was moseying as applied to our car – and, no, it was not ambling all over the road.) Mahone Bay is a beautiful little town on the edge of the bay of the same name with three spectacularly set churches, of which millions of photos have been taken. We once considered buying a condo there, but decided that it was too far from Halifax stores and theatre. It does have some great restaurants, however, and we chose the first along Main Street, The Gazebo Café, where, in the late afternoon sun on their deck:

Mahone Bay

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My Beloved had a large bowl of mussels in white wine and garlic, followed by Caesar salad and two delicious fish-filled fishcakes;
I had also a large bowl of mussels, but mine were done in a coconut-Thai broth, followed by Caesar salad with, also, two very savoury fish cakes with sautéed shrimp. Naturally, we shared a bottle of Shiraz.
We deserved it!