If my projects in professional, political, and voluntary activities seem pathologically earnest, I hope I may redeem myself with an overview of some of my pastimes. The links give in-depth information about each pursuit.

	Tent Pegging with UNICEF Team Canada Equestrian skill-at-arms is perhaps the most outlandish sport imaginable, chivalry's last gasp in the modern world. Not content to risk life and limb on only a single continent, I captain Canada's national team at the sport's International Championships.
	Governor General's Horse Guards My service with the Horse Guards' Cavalry Squadron has been something of a romp through ceremony, terrifying innocent horses with sword and lance in an effort to help perpetuate the Canadian Forces' equestrian traditions.
	Fencing Sabre I took up fencing at university, but found that I enjoyed it too much to put away my sabre when I returned to Canada. It is an exhilirating sport whose frequent reversals keep its athletes humble.
	My 1979 MGB Roadster I likely spend more time under my MG trying to keep it from giving up the ghost, than I spend in it driving. Still, on those rare summer days when the sun is shining and the engine is running, the long hours of grease-coated labour prove their worth.
	Jumblie (Jumblie Far and Few) Within moments of gathering-up Jumblie in my arms, I realised that any resistance to his wagging charms would be futile. Dalmatians were originally bred to work with horses, and I suspect that Jumblie, Chance, Bello, and I are destined to frolic our way into road trials together.
	Chance (Perchance to Dream) and Bello (Rex Bellorum) With a thoroughbred's lust for speed and a warhorse's thirst for slaughter, my horse Chance seems to have been expressly created for the sport of tent pegging. Bello, my Warlander yearling, is just beginning to come into his genetic inheritance as a Baroque war horse. Together, the three of us live out the creed that life is best greeted with reckless abandon.
	Miaowser (Miaow in Tooth and Claw) Miaowser was an abandoned kitten, whom I found plaintively miaowing for rescue (hence the name) in the rain. She has since grown into a nimble terror, who delights in trying to invite Sarah's parrot Cody to lunch.
	Thunder and Scarlett Thunder and Scarlett are Sarah's horses. Thunder, a bay percheron-cross gelding, is a gentle giant whose eagerness to please is surpassed only by his appetite. By contrast, Scarlett, a red-dun hanoverian-thoroughbred mare, would just as soon kill her rider as carry him.
	To join me in any of my leisure projects, please drop me a note through my Volunteers page.