For my husband and I, Sundays are an adventure. Each week, we hop in the car and pick a direction to drive. Some of our jaunts keep us reasonably close by. Others involve hundreds of kilometres and an arrival home time in the small hours of the morning.
On this last Sunday - windy, warm and grey - we chose to visit Steveston, a beautiful spot not far from Vancouver.
Next on our list was a visit to the boats docked by the pier, selling their fresh salmon, tuna and sea urchins.
Because it's been a decent fishing season, we were able to get a large and
We managed to pass on our usual outdoor fish and chip feed, knowing we were going home to cook, but the dulce-de-leche gelato was beyond resisting.
The tide was higher than we've ever seen it, but I only took a few pictures of the slough as two swans vied for my attention. A local resident told me they are a pair who fly in every fall, and excel at begging for food.
Having just bought an enriched fresh loaf from the bakery, I thought to give them a slice each.
While the female was shy and dainty, the male was pushy and bold. My fingers ended up in his beak a few times, as he saw them only as an extension of the food he was desperate to clamp on to.
Good thing I'm not easily bothered by such things.
The big male went on sentry duty at the end of the bridge, looking for more handouts, and while I passed him easily, the woman behind me did shriek when the swan stretched his neck threateningly.
'Twas a wonderful day, with the sky closing in as we crossed the Alex Fraser Bridge to home. The salmon dinner went on the table a little later than usual, but it was well worth the wait...
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