Summer crowds-----etc. etc.----

Kew Beach Toronto---1935.

We met Cikko our old fisherman friend the other morning and he

was not his usual cheery self. It wasn't long before we discovered

why.----'SOMMAIRE is here again!' he moaned. Gone are his

peaceful mornings strolling about the rocks,gone are those

moments of solitude as he mends his nets in his little fisherman's hut.

No longer can he talk quietly to his friends the ducks

without people gathering to survey the scene,no longer can he

wander out in the balmy evening air to chat with a handful of friends.

No!---All is activity here now. Maltese holiday makers are

already arriving at their summer apartments,sprucing them up

and unpacking. Tourists are taking up their positions on

 the rocks below us, youngsters are  ready to break loose

 from school,and descend upon us in a state of highly energetic

excitement.Litter bins are already beginning to

overflow, and nearby shops heve stocked up hopefully

with the usual assortment of swimwear, sun creams,

wrap-arounds, sun hats, beach towels, souvenirs, and

ofcourse ice cream with a  special range for diabetics.

All too much for Cikko! And I must say a litle too much for me too.

 I love the Summer, and I love to see everyone enjoying

a bit of relaxation. But somehow here it's all too sudden.

We are hurled from a winter scene of near solitude,

into a buzzing  scene of sudden noise and almost

hyper- activity.Too much of a shock to the

system I feel.-----Oh well----I'm  just not going to say

'Roll on WINTER TIME!'

Mo.