The next day we managed a sunny afternoon drive, under brilliant blue skies. We headed south this time, and eventually picked up some 'Pita' sandwiches in Flesherton. From there we mosied over to Lake Eugenia where we sat and ate while watching the water.
This is the late April rural landscape here, brown fields waiting for
the farmer's touch to turn them green. Not much green outside of the
swamps. Just a very few white patches on the north side of fencerows where it was drifted deep, and the sun doesn't hit it directly.
Driving back home again we passed one of my favourite little barns, a property now purchsed by a non-farmer as a retirement or weekend place (notice the solar panels?).
A number of times we spotted glimpses of the distant blue Mountains across the valley.
There are lots of flooded fields that sometimes attract gulls. They weren't flying much here, but they were certainly squawking! The video is for the sound effects.
Coming back into Meaford I noticed for the first time the extensive low are extending out into the bay beyond the western bluff up on the tank range. Time to get the topo map out and correct my mental map.