Earlier this year, one of my very favourite people moved to Fergus; so on one weekend, as the air became crisp and the nights got cooler, we went up to visit. Our dinner and slumber party was perfect parts small town pace and good friend hangout.

Bonfires and smores, enjoyed in the backyard, which has a firepit and faces undeveloped farmland.

Ladder-ball and bean bag toss. All the good, clean fun you could ask for. With ample heckling.

 
  
 Weird and wonderful terrarium house-warming gifts. I’m bringing her some tiny animals (to replace the gnomes, which she finds disturbingly creepy).

Visiting the neighbours’ horse-dog.

Rewind, back to the construction of our games.

Feline friends.
  

You can’t go to a small town and not stop at the local chip wagon for hot dogs and fries!
  
   Bye bye, Fergus. Bye bye, summer.