Warm days are becoming more common, which means an outside break at lunch is so, so necessary.
Last Saturday was my birthday and rather than have the traditional pub night I decided to camp at French Beach. In March. (I know.) Most places I’ve lived have been far too cold or snowy this time of year for me to even think about camping. Having lived on the island for a few years, I figured it was time I gave it a shot.
Saturday afternoon was wonderful. The sun came out, the wind was low, and the beach was full of crashing waves. A few of us went for a walk down to the beach and threw branches for Fenrir. (No mere sticks for him!)
Photo from Bailey.
Photo from Bailey
I am so glad I took my fuzzy hat and my stormy shawl. That was a brisk breeze! After getting chilled it was definitely time to head back for the campfire (and perhaps beer). As we settled around the firepit, steam rose off Fenrir, who sat as close as he could without singeing his fur.
Duff’s coat kept him fairly warm, but the hood kept flipping into his eyes, poor dude. (Speaking of keeping warm, I love that 5 of us were wearing things I knit to keep warm. Wearing knit gifts is an excellent way to get more of them <3)
It was an awesome evening of hotdogs, cake, marshmallows, beer, and friends. I couldn’t have asked for a better way to celebrate turning 30!
The night, however, was absolutely freezing. One the plus side, our tent kept us dry! Now it can be put away until it’s much, much warmer at night. The end.
I’ve been using Flickr for school assignments, and have admittedly forgotten to upload some here. Whoops. Well, it may be a little behind, but here is a taste of spring in Victoria.