Halfway through my 73 km journey, moments after I set our from a stop at Ontario’s best unknown brew pub—Black Donnelly’s—in a desolate rural wilderness near Fullarton, the clouds opened and the rain came to remind me of a day of wind-driven biblical rain in Scotland.
Agree. While Ontario’s crime lord premier Doug Ford allows developers to hack up valuable farm land, countless lots like this sit vacant and undeveloped across my small town and many others like it. It’s criminal we subsidise builders for insular GHG-spewing car culture developments instead of favouring in-town community growth.
One of Stratford’s many randomly-terminating sidewalks also on display here.