Taking a well deserved break, after spending a long afternoon taking these pictures.

A Wasp nest in Westmount Park.

Luckily, their pulp nest is very high in a tree; allowing both insects and people to live in coexistence.

A Highland Dancing practise, on the former asphalt tennis courts, in Westmount Park.

From http://www.electricscotland.com/dance/intro.htm

“In previous centuries, Scottish regiments used Highland Dancing as exercise to keep the troops in shape, and ready for battle. The dances are indeed excellent exercise; for example, in a typical six-step Highland Fling, a dancer will jump vertically 192 times, while performing complicated and intricate footwork, and using the muscles from head to toe. Highland dancing is therefore akin to sprinting, with dancers using fast-twitch muscle, which is also required by soldiers.

Today, Highland Dancing is one of the premiere events at Highland Games throughout the world; for example, in Canada, Japan, Scotland, South Africa, and the United States of America. Until the early 1900’s, only men entered Highland Dancing competitions. However, the tradition changed during the World Wars, as women wanted to preserve their rich culture and history, while the men were defending their homeland.”

Ascension of Our Lord Parish – side door.

Ascension of Our Lord Parish – main entrance.

Tennis lessons at the clay courts near the library.

One of the consequences that resulted from the construction of the new Westmount Recreation Center was the closure of the “junior” tennis courts.

Previously, there were two courts: the asphalt courts (for children and “newbies”) and the clay courts for “adults”.

If one dared to venture into the latter, without the proper sartorial attire and the latest tennis equipment, the “regulars” would, without hesitation (nor possessing any manners) make comments that made one feel out of place and very uncomfortable. It was, at one time, treated as a private tennis club.

Thankfully, this is no longer the case. Everyone, of all ages, can now have fun enjoying this sport.

The ducklings seem to be “growing up” in the park’s lagoon every week. The mother Mallard always keeps all seven of them under a “watchful eye”.

The park has an overnight curfew; however, I worry that it really cannot be properly enforced.