On my last day in Victoria, Alex and I picked up some takeaway from Foo (Pad Thai for Al, Lentil Dahl for me) and headed to Beacon Hill for a picnic.

In my eight years away from Victoria (!), I'd almost forgotten about the peacocks that roam the park freely:

Seeing this peacock made me recall a walk I took, long ago, through James Bay. I was alone on a side street, not too far from the park, when a peacock came ambling up the sidewalk towards me. At a certain house, it turned, pushed open the gate, and walked up the path towards the house. I guess it was expected for tea or something.

Alex has a reputation as a bit of a cat whisperer - he can get any cat to adore him within seconds. He tried, but I can't say the same magic happened between him and this peacock.

We sat underneath this tree to eat our picnic. I got to spend time with my brother, and the sun had finally come out and it felt like summer. That makes this tree one of my most special places.