10/06/2026
I’ve been on St. Clair for 14 years now, and it’s funny how much history can fit into a relatively short walk.
I started at Yellow Gazebo and headed toward Wychwood Barns, passing a few places that have become part of my life along the way.
Pukka is one of them. I’ve known Harsh and Derek for years, I love what they’ve created there, and their food is still in regular rotation at our house.
Then there’s Mabel’s. In the first couple of years after opening Yellow Gazebo, I was still running the reception desk myself, and I went there almost every day. Eventually I was able to help build the amazing admin team we have today, but walking into Mabel’s still takes me back to those early years. I stopped for a coffee this time and somehow ended up chatting with a stranger who was reading their sandwich board. Just another little neighbourhood moment.
I’ve also known Frank, the owner of The Rushton, for years. During my 25 years working in restaurants, I got the chance to spend a summer there. I worked with a lot of great people over the years, but that particular team was special. It was one of those rare times when the whole group just clicked, and I still look back fondly on what a great summer that was.
And then there’s Bracondale House. We’ve helped raise money for them in the past, and I’m grateful they’re part of our community. The work they do supporting seniors matters: our seniors don’t always receive the respect and support they deserve, and places like Bracondale help bridge that gap.
Eventually I made my way into Wychwood Barns, found a bench, finished my coffee and wandered around for a while. I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about Yellow Gazebo as a clinic, and this was a nice chance to look back and reflect on some happy memories.
After 14 years, it’s pretty hard to separate the clinic from the neighbourhood that grew up around it.