Saturday’s fine, fine sunshine brought a lotta archers to the muck and puddles at E.T. Seton (Seriously, not just three. When I try to get a picture of one person, there are always all these extras in the background; but I just get a few when I’m trying to tell you there were a lot!) Clearly, a reprieve from cabin fever was sorely needed because everybody was a bit chatty, strolling around, saying hi to each other. Frisbee golfers stopped to yak through the fence. Dogs and their walkers popped in for a bit of a bark.
See that guy with the bare arms? (January. In Canada. Take that, stereotypes.) That’s Warren: archer, cook, artist. His sketch pad’s right there on the table. Those are Sam and Amy, with him. They hadn’t even really introduced each other when I came over. You know you’re having fun when you’re chatting away and you aren’t bothered about names:D
And the nice crowd meant far too many people turned around when my sight fell of my bow. Smack in the mud.
On second thought, maybe you wanna bring a towel to the park, too.