we’re on the beach in the town of Ayr, on light duty as the boss has cut us some slack. truth is the boss has let us go and so we’re free range until Sunday when we get our bug out papers. and so this boy has been riding the rails! went down to the town of Stranraer the other day, beauty! then up to the town of Helensburgh, that was yesterday, also very beauty! but today we’re chilling at the ocean view crib and i just saw four large swans swimming past. wow. the sky is blue but the Firth of Clyde is a deeper blue.

the photo above, that was last night, June 1st. wowza.

on the Helensburgh Pier, June 1. what a scene! tide was out and that ocean air was a bit… hmmm. how shall we say it? well let’s just say there was no shortage of critters left high and dry while those ocean waters receded. nothing a 2 o’clock tipple couldn’t take care of! (ha!)

our last evening in Stirling: the skies as seen from that walk way across the tracks. that town had it all in the sky department! and my little Scottish gal pal… she didn’t come by to send me on my way the next morning… (blues song goes in here.)

the beach at Ayr, on May 25th. the bosses moved us out of Stirling and put us up in a swanky crib just 2 minutes up from the beach. that crib was bells on wheels but one of the boys came down with something on May 26th and the next thing you know: the covid alarm was ringing and me and joe were moved out on the 27th! of course it was all a false alarm.

that night, May 26th, i was working up a hunger but we were late getting back from the office and all the stores were closed! you see i had my mind made up about doing some home cooking at the swanky new crib. anyway, i found myself at the Ayr India diner and this was the view outside the window where i was parked. holy wowza!

swans on the Firth of Clyde: lovely looking birds and there are 14 of them here. what elegance!

some of the office troop enjoying the sunset as seen from the Ayr Pier on May 29th. you see by this point in time that news story came in about the 215 killed in action at the Kamloops Indian Residential School and quite a few of us older guys, well we’ve lived through a few things and some of us are up close to what happened. i never went to I.R.S. but what went through something different, and very costly as half the boys are dead and the other half missing in action.

what happened is on Monday, May 31, the top bosses allowed us natives to have a ceremony down by the river, a little something to honour those KIA. one of the lads, Micmac, led the ceremony with a brief speech to those who weren’t in the know about Canada and the IRS, a prayer in his language, a moment of silence, an honour song in the Anishnabe language, and then placing of tobacco, into the river. all of which meant something to me as father with 2 daughters. what struck me the most though, was when the honour song was over and we were all turned at the same time, all of us natives, in 200 years ago era outfits, to walk toward the river to place the tobacco. the local folks up on the hill observed this and i’m not sure what reaction they were having, seeing this. but as an anishnabe person, watching the scene, it rattled me down to the core.