We are still afloat, and still not taking in any water. Our hull is sound. I am actually a little bit disappointed by the total lack of water in our bilge. 817 more words
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Poor wind. When it’s not being overused in metaphors to describe our feelings or abused by our dry sense of humour comparing it to a more biological version of the same, it’s being slandered by some television broadcaster in an all-one-cagoule facing gale forces in an unheard of Cornish village, or cursed at by holiday makers on a freezing cold British beach, who, when they open their mouths to taste that first bite of fish and chips, instead receive a chunk of their own hair or a gust of sand up their nostrils. 1,218 more words
In 2019, just east of Swift Current, the province’s first utility-scale solar plant will be operation.
The 80-acre-project in the RM of Coulee is the… 485 more words