whispers in the grass and there are slow dancing trees

Another day, another park with the Irish.

This time there was a substantial transit ride involved which took us all the way out to Scarborough so that we could run around with the ghosts of old Toronto buildings at Guildwood Park.

  

I'm not the only one who took pictures. 

 

 

 

I also wasn't the only one who was all tuckered out.