Brace yourself for several photos of the surrounding area, including the work of a Four Star Gardener, but none of the Griffin Pub, a lovely wee treasure at the back end of steep alley. My kind of place. Hoppy, flavourful offerings, e.g., Hoptical Illusion, Smashbomb IPA.
After two such pints friend Jim and I walked out the door and I spotted a bin bearing a few scraps of lumber.
I nabbed them.
Another patron joked with us.
“What have you found there?”
["The wood was a steal": photos GH]
“Some fine birdhouses,” I replied.
Three in fact.
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Warning to Bracebridgians - Never leave your scrap lumber unguarded, even if it’s littered with nails.
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