On these hot mornings we like to take our breakfast to a nice breezy spot, and around here the best place for that is the Glen Williams graveyard on a hill overlooking the valley. It's not very old by English standards, being founded in 1833. The inmates are very quiet, leaving us to enjoy our Eccles cake and Tim Horton's beverages in peace.
Today, coming home I had a surprise: a snapping turtle had come up from the ponds, on the march looking for a nesting ground, and being closely inspected by a local cat. Fearing for both their safety (those turtles pack a mean bite!) I shovelled said turtle into a bucket and put it where I thought it might prefer to lay its eggs. The cat stalked off in disgust. After about an hour, that silly beast had resumed its climb up the roadway - the turtle, not the cat
