Canada’s quite nice. But this corner of Ontario is very flat, with vast swathes of identikit countryside and farmland, and urban areas that have samey architecture and faceless, unimaginative industrial sprawls.
It’s not helped by the grey concrete motorways and gigantic power lines scattered thoughtlessly around the place like meandering spiders’ webs. One of the few splashes of colour on the landscape are the quite unnecessarily large Canadian flags that any building here worth its salt seems to sport, in the numbers that only nations with identity issues resort to.
I had a good time at Mullet Creek, Mississauga, though, and have learnt an awful lot about the place thanks to the support of John Stewart at the Mississauga News and a slightly bemused but incredibly informative Councillor George Carlson. I’d blog the full story of the morning’s mullet-hunting but as you can imagine John, being a journalist, tells it much better than I.
I’ll no doubt blog more later this week, but in the meantime here’s some photos.