Since you probably don't want anything to do with my worn apparel, I will give you some of my photos instead.
Here is the family cottage. From this angle, it looks pretty good. We've had to do some modifications over the years; we took down the chimney because it was pulling the wall down and we had to re-attach the bathroom after a succession of bad winters but overall, this baby has stood up to a lot of abuse.
The cottage is right on lake Belwood in southwestern Ontario, Canada. This lake was man-made after the construction of a dam and has provided me with many, many great summers.
I prefer to stay away in the winter. The area is very cold, desolate and not very welcoming, unless of course you are a snowmobiler.
Posing for the camera ...
Playing bagpipes on the dock ...
My brother likes to squeeze his bag and make a lot of noise. We come from a Scottish background and my brother has taken this further than most people.
When I was young, I learned how to play the chanter (kinda like the first step in learning how to play the bagpipes) but I didn't enjoy it; the teacher held a ruler over my fingers and if I made a wrong note, he would hit me with the damn thing. Needless to say, I switched my musical instrument over to the piano because the instruction was a lot less violent.