32 years ago, Peter was born into the world! I’m very glad this happened. In celebration, we took a picnic to Stanley Park and found a secret spot to have some illicit beers. Please don’t tell. A little racoon family even joined us in the festivities.
We took a slightly beer hazy stroll down to the beach after our picnic.
It’s physically impossible to avoid calling into the charming Tea House in Stanley Park for a refreshing beverage. On this occasion I had a (few) Cucumber Margarita(s). Zingy and salty and amazing on this hot day.
A little seal even popped up along the way to say hey.
At least, I think it did. But maybe that was the margaritas talking….