Another beautiful day on the Island.

River running hard, but not flooded. Word has it the smelt run last week was wonderful.

Hosteen Turtle, biding his time along the river, is growing lichen, thus adding verisimilitude to his presence along the path.

Wind building from the south-east this afternoon with waves rearranging the charcoal in the firepit. Lots of stuff has washed away and lots of stuff has washed up. We have a collection of logs that I don't remember meeting previously.

Breakfast at Mum's! Also a brown loaf, and just one apple fritter (which is being doled out piecemeal, over time). We went to Mindemoya on business, you understand.

Removed a spruce that had fallen across the Pine Box driveway, and then the top fourth of a smallish poplar that had come down on the Pinebox garage roof. Now we can drive all the way around the U-shaped driveway, which I did today in collecting stuff for the first dump trip of the year. Dennis, the dump meister, his usual self—cordial, but anxious to move me along so he could talk at length to one of his buddies in the car just behind.

As we were out doing chores, Murray drove by (and stopped) on his way back from Gore Bay to buy a new pump for his water system. They arrived yesterday, so we beat them by a day. All is well with them except for the pump, but that is very much to be expected, here in cottage country.