tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65486462024-02-28T11:13:27.577+00:00A day in the livesVaried musings and rustic ramblingsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger987125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548646.post-29738010924053617752012-12-21T09:58:00.000+00:002013-01-10T14:42:01.788+00:00Dem bones, dem bonesA few weeks ago Ned and I realised that we were becoming decidedly blobby - either that or all our clothes were suddenly shrinking - so a weight-loss program was called for. The principle is straightforward; eat less and exercise more, but often a kick-start is needed. We tried the smaller-portion method for a while, but any change was glacially slow. We contemplated the high-fibre diet (referred to by the much-missed <a href="http://henrythethirst.com/" target="_blank">henry</a> as the 'cardboard-and-water' diet) that Ned had used successfully before, but then I remembered watching a TV Horizon programme about <a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/lifestyle/9480451/The-52-diet-can-it-help-you-lose-weight-and-live-longer.html" target="_blank">the 5:2 diet</a> and how simple and successful, not only with regsrds to weight loss but also to overall health (lower cholesterol and blood sugar, for starters), it had seemed. Basically you eat normally for 5 days of the week but for 2 days - any two, it doesn't matter, but probably best not consecutive days - you eat very little. Men can have 600 calories and women 500 calories. This way the body starts to use its stores but not think there's a famine and store harder when there's more again. The peripheral health benefits were appealing too; tests have shown that I have high cholesterol and 'sticky blood' making me at higher risk of heart attack or stroke, and this was something I wanted to change.<br />
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And it seems to work, certainly in the weight-loss claims. In 6 weeks Ned has lost 9lb and looks a lot trimmer, while I've reached my target weight and my clothes all seem to fit again. I don't know what my blood's doing but I'm optimistic!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548646.post-88887327968772190662012-12-08T17:19:00.001+00:002012-12-08T17:51:58.770+00:00And you better pick yourself up from the ground, before they bring the curtain downBack in <a href="http://jananned.blogspot.co.uk/2010/12/three-wheels-on-my-wagon.html" target="_blank">December 2010</a> Piglet went lame in his left hind leg, but after several weeks of rest and painkillers (Rimadyl and tramadol) he recovered and by spring was almost as good as new; by summer you'd never have known anything had been wrong. Then last October it happened again, only this time it was his <i>right</i> hind leg that was the problem. We tried the rest-and-painkiller treatment and six weeks later he was mobile once more.<br />
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So when at the beginning of November it happened yet again (right hind again) we immediately started the routine treatment. This time it didn't go quite so well; his left leg's not as strong as it was and is finding it difficult to support him, so I took him to see a McTimoney chiropracter, who tweaked and twiddled and said she thought it was possibly a slipped disc. He enjoyed the outing (he loves the car) and was noticeably more cheerful for the rest of the day, if not moving any better. However a week later - four weeks after it started - there was further deterioration to the extent where struggling to get to his feet had him screaming in pain, which had never happened before. (Harry was the drama queen, Piglet the stoic who never grumbled.) It's the most indescribably awful, gut-wrenching sound - clearly something's badly amiss.<br />
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The vet came (impossible to get him into the car now, it'd be far too painful) and examined him, gently moving his leg this way and that, flexing and extending all the joints, and other than shouting at her as he always does (she takes his friends away when she visits - he can see the shadow of the Grim Reaper hanging over her) he wasn't bothered at all, but he did wince when his lower spine was felt. We got him to his feet and she too was horrified to hear the screams this produced, and agreed this is serious pain. If it can't be controlled then this is terminal because it's inhumane to allow it to carry on. She gave me some syringes of yet another medication (Vetergesic) which is used as a sedative as well as analgesic, and can be absorbed through the mouth rather than injected - I've never given an injection and don't want to experiment on my own dog. After a bad day hopefully we'd all get some sleep.<br />
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Yesterday was bad; I tearfully became convinced that we were reaching the end, and we semi-decided to call the vet over after today's surgery, I gave him the additional meds at about 9.30 last night. I don't know whether it dulled the pain at all, but he had a bad trip with it, and was panting and shaking and drooling and howling, staring around, seeing ghosts and goblins and not recognising me at all, until he finally started to relax at 1am.<br />
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I dreaded coming downstairs this morning to more screaming, so when I looked in on him and he wagged his tail at me and got up with only a small cry and asked to go outside, my tears were of joy. He's had a good day today, no screams and using his leg a little, so there's still a little hope that he won't yet have to lose his life over something so stupid, because otherwise he's so well. It's very difficult to get out of the mindset that medication has to be given to a strict timetable, and within determined limits to avoid longterm damage. When you realise the alternative is death, the risk of 'longterm damage' is non-existent. So if he needs extra pills he'll get extra pills.<br />
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Tomorrow is another day, but tonight we're happy.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548646.post-46589407963999742812012-10-22T09:08:00.000+01:002012-10-23T12:54:30.915+01:00While the river-bank weeps to the old willow tree*After a leisurely breakfast on our third day the itinerary was to go caching in mainland Europe for the first time. It was a bit drizzly so it took some time for the GPS to pick up satellites:<br />
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We'd only taken the details of one cache, and it was a straightforward find, but not an easy retrieve. The office workers having a cigarette break on the overlooking balcony might have thought we were a bit strange lying down on the wet road, so we lurked around the corner till they'd gone in. Then it was a quick grab and sign (no travel bugs, unfortunately) then on to the <a href="http://www.hermitage.nl/en/" target="_blank">Hermitage museum</a> to see the Van Gogh exhibition. Sadly they didn't allow photography because there was a gorgeous version of 'Irises' which I could have stood and looked at for ages. In fact I could sit in my own sitting room for hours and gaze at it hanging on the wall and never tire of it.<br />
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It was wonderful to be able to get really close (but keep your hands behind your back so it's clear you're not going to touch it or the gallery guards get touchy!). At art college we were taught that when painting watercolours you paint the foreground before the background because the paint is transparent, but that with gouache and oils and other opaque colours you do the background first then overpaint the detailed foreground. This 'Irises' is done the other way; the subject was painted first (the flowers were originally more purple, apparently, but the red has faded away just leaving the blue) then the yellow background swirled on afterwards.<br />
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When we were paintinged out we went for lunch at the Luxembourg, where the waiter offered to take a photo of us together "as long as you're partners and it's all right being seen together!"<br />
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Then we took a canal tour, first going past the multi-storey bike park (where there are spaces for about 2500 cycles) <br />
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and then the most extraordinary pink-wrapped building<br />
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before being shown the best unemployment scheme I've ever come across; the creation of the 'Amsterdam'. It would have been nice to have gone round it and see what they'd done inside.<br />
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There were interesting views when you peeped under the bridges<br />
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When the tour finished it was time to get to the restaurant for dinner, although it was early; but there was still time to admire the scenery on the way.<br />
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This everning we'd booked to eat at the <a href="http://www.bouchonducentreamsterdam.com/" target="_blank">Bouchon du centre</a>, a quirky little place we'd read about, so decided to try it. It seats a maximum of 24 people, and the whole shebang is a one-woman enterprise. She's front-of-house, cook and waitress all in one, and it all functions in the one room; she serves diners whilst cooking more meals. You need to get there early - she starts serving at 6 and likes to be done by 8 so she can have a quiet evening. There's a limited menu and just a choice of three wines, house red, white or rosé. Oh, and cash only. We had a really good meal: the welcome is warm and natural, and the food delicious. The wine was more than adequate and the atmosphere was relaxed and comfortable.<br />
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The stroll back afterwards gave more images of this watery city;<br />
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It's a slightly crazy place! Do I want to go back? Yes, I think so. It's offbeat and very intriguing. And why do the Dutch lishp when they shpeak English but not when they speak Dutch (which seems to involve a lot of throat-clearing)?<br />
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So, on our second day in Amsterdam, after a breakfast of fresh orange juice, oatmeal cookie (nearly cereal) and a coffee, we decided to visit the <a href="http://www.rijksmuseum.nl/" target="_blank">Rijksmuseum</a>. We were surprised and pleased to see that they didn't mind people taking photographs. There were some terrific paintings: these two were obviously planned to be Christmas cards from the outset;<br />
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'The Night Watch' is a huge painting; the main figures are pretty much lifesize. Though I must admit I couldn't help looking for Discworld characters in it!<br />
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This Vermeer just took our breath away. It's stunning. It's only a little painting but the quality is superb. Just by looking you know exactly what the fabric of her clothing felt like and you can almost hear the pouring of the milk. A real joy to see it 'in the real', and realise that even the best reproduction just doesn't do it justice.<br />
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I should really have taken a picture of the portrait of the obese young man who looked so spoilt and arrogant and sneery that I just itched to slap his fat face. He looked as though he was his parents' pride and joy and had been over-indulged in everything for his entire life. Edit: Hurrah! I've just found a copy on Google:<br />
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After a few hours in the museum we browsed in the flower market. I could have spent a fortune on some of the more exotic plants and corms and bulbs.<br />
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The amaryllis bulbs were the biggest I've ever seen.<br />
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Gosh! I don't think Customs would be terribly happy if we tried bringing one of these back.<br />
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On the other side of the road to the flower stalls there were other shops. If you want cheese this is <b>the</b> place to come.<br />
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And then we wandered some more, passing some cafés that smelt very strange. We didn't like to go in because we thought there might not be enough oxygen in there to sustain life; the smell hung like a solid curtain by the open doorways.<br />
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While making our way back to the hotel we saw the perfect bike for Tammy!<br />
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There are so many amazing narrow little houses; some plots are as little as 2 metres wide but the houses are four or five storeys high, but with the ground floor below street level. They all have hoists at the roof for getting furniture in and out of the windows, because the stairs are far too steep and narrow to get anything but the smallest of belongings in that way!<br />
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Very few of the houses have their floors on the same level as their neighbour.<br />
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We saw this odd little clog-boat; I doubt it's very stable!<br />
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The camera setting makes it look as though Amsterdam was on fire; it didn't look like that really!<br />
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For our anniversary this year we decided to push the boat out and have a
city-break abroad, and decided on Amsterdam, because of the number of
great museums and art galleries. Ned had been there many years ago but it was all new to me. After a minor heart attack at the cost of leaving the car at the airport (they cleverly only tell you the price once you're committed) an uneventful flight saw us at Schipol, trying to find the best way to get to the city.<br />
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That done, and the hotel found successfully after our initiation with the trams, we set out to explore. One of the first things we learned is that not only are there more bicycles in Amsterdam than in the whole of the rest of the universe, they seem to obey no rules of the road that we could see. This gave sightseeing an added frisson of fear because you never knew when you were likely to be run down. Like the outsiders we were we thought that staying on the pavement would be sensible, but when that's blocked with parked bikes you have no option but to risk almost certain death. They're generally very sturdy old-fashioned 'sit-up-and-beg' type contraptions, but we did see some wooden ones for hire!<br />
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Eventually we decided that a little 'Dutch courage' (d'you see what I did there?) was called for, and found a very nice old-fashioned bar, with leather curtains at the doorway and sand on the floor. And no, it wasn't one of those 'perfumed' bars for which the city is famed, either!</div>
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They have an odd way of pouring a beer; sloosh it into the glass, and when the head gets too high they slice it off with a knife and hand it over.Apparently there's an official measure but it still looked awfully random. However it girded our loins nicely for the next foray into the streets.<br />
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As it was latish afternoon by this time we didn't have a lot of time in the <a href="http://www.amsterdammuseum.nl/en" target="_blank">Amsterdam Museum</a> but it gave us a broad overview of the history of the city. There was a strange area where they'd set up the front half of a suit of armour, with a ruff above it, so that you could stand behind it and have your photo taken 'dressed up', with the photos published on Flickr. We thought this rather jolly so dutifully stood there ... but the camera seems to be set too high and the only image is of your face and the ruff, and none of the armour at all, so that's a bit disappointing. However on the way out there was a strange corridor of mirrors which called for a photograph/<br />
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For dinner that night we went to an <a href="http://tujuhmaret.nl/" target="_blank">Indonesian restaurant</a> (not as strange as it might seem when you realise that Indonesia was a Dutch colony for 300 years) near our hotel and had a very pleasant meal, then were thrilled to discover, back in our hotel room, that the BBC channels are shown on Dutch TV and with the hour time difference it meant we could watch the final of the Great British Bake Off; a very satisfactory end to the first day.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548646.post-586656764946459432012-09-28T13:36:00.000+01:002012-09-28T22:38:37.620+01:00Life is a minestroneThat was a very strange 24 hours. First of all there was the horrible drive in the dark through lightning and heavy rain and negotiating the M25 to my brother's house, then the good news that my niece had safely delivered her 9lb 1oz daughter, so bestest congratulations to Charlotte and Michael, and welcome to baby Sofia Lily. A poor night's sleep followed then we were all up bright and early to drive to my aunt A's funeral. These events are never fun, but it went as well as could be expected, and a small bird sang loudly from the silver birch at the foot of the grave as we laid her to rest, which was nice. After her wake I drove the short distance to check that my Dad's grave wasn't overgrown as it's been some time since anyone has been down in that area; I was very happy to see that it was very tidy and not at all neglected. It's hard to think it's been 25 years since he left us.<br />
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I drove very slowly past my parents' old house as I left their village, and was pleased to see that the visible changes were appropriate to a house that was appreciated; but it was difficult to drive past and not go in. When I was last there it was still Mother's home, although the sale had all been arranged and we were helping her to sort out her belongings for the move. It was a very strange feeling - not very nice.<br />
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The journey back up the A21, M25 and M40 were pretty uneventful, and just as I was heaving a sigh of relief as I approached the village a hen pheasant ran into the road. I slowed for it, but she slowed too, and then took off ... straight into the front of the car. There was a thump and a puff of feathers, but no corpse visible in the rearview mirror and an odd rhythmic flappy noise from the front. I groaned, stopped the car and got out to view the damage. I wish I'd had my camera. The car was thankfully undamaged, but the pheasant had managed to wedge her head under the dead (pun unintended) centre of the bonnet lid and was dangling directly under the KIA (how appropriate!) badge, still twitching slightly. I knew I couldn't possibly drive all through the village like that - people would stare and point, so I had to carefully remove the corpse before I could get home and, waste not want not, prepare her for cooking.<br />
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So a very strange, stressful, tiring, emotional 24 hours. Birth, funeral and death, and memories, memories, memories.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548646.post-49678455704368805632012-09-15T12:38:00.000+01:002012-09-15T12:40:54.482+01:00Older but no wiser<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Gosh, it's been nearly a year. How did that happen? Blogger seems to have totally redesigned itself in the interim so this might not work.<br />
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Anyway, this is Daisy winding Piglet up. It was making Gardeners World very difficult to watch, especially when she nearly landed on my plate.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548646.post-53384929649242664742011-09-24T19:06:00.004+01:002011-09-24T19:25:14.743+01:00Bell's going to ring Hear the alarmsThey tell us that the economy's in a state, that jobs are at risk and that we should all do all we can to help avoid a double-dip recession. That's all well and good, but what can you do when tradesmen can't be bothered to accept a large job?<br /><br />Our house needs rewiring; that's quite a big job, and will earn an electrician several thousand pounds, so you'd think people would be keen to take it on. We're always told to get at least three quotes, so we asked our friends for recommendations and also looked in the phone book. We generally prefer to use local independent businesses rather than franchises, and five out of the six companies I called were just that.<br /><br />We were very surprised that three of them never returned my calls (I rang several times over the course of a month in case they were on holiday), and of the three that came to survey the job only one has submitted an estimate, despite the other two both saying they'd "put it in the post on Monday" when we chased them after waiting a week to hear from them. The only one who seems to want the work is the electrician from the franchise, so the job's his.<br /><br />The electricians who lied to us and wasted our time are N.J.P. Electrics and M.G.F. Electrical. Don't offer them work - they're not interested.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548646.post-42110125870584353662011-08-14T18:48:00.004+01:002012-10-31T12:33:47.079+00:00You've got to pick a pocket or twoPoor old Piggy; what a thing to happen to a gentleman of mature years! We opted for the surgery, and it was done on Monday. We were terribly anxious, especially as the blood tests showed that his liver isn't functioning quite right, but as his kidney function was normal (very good in a dog his age) we went for it. He was, not unnaturally, rather sorry for himself that evening when he was home (his expression reminded us of the <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg80UZ56VgTdJOz4ZHcQZAcs6WnjB6F2iE-jNOUkcSfC7OV23tBqVp42pN4rWIJCLs8kO6acD092UPW89P6ZSqd_LulT37S0OwQYqnxoP5Hmh3Ipg9t68_DmNR7eImPSuxNW-JoCQ/s1600/dark-crystal-skeksis2.jpg">Skecksis</a> from the Dark Crystal) but luckily seems to be making a good recovery. He looks very strange from behind, because he used to be quite a well-endowed fellow, and now is rather ... flappy. But that should improve with time. I hope. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548646.post-30852391097436078972011-07-25T14:47:00.005+01:002011-07-25T15:10:15.804+01:00Son, you are a bachelor boyThe son in this instance is Piglet, about whom we have to make a decision. Daisy, you see, is a little girl who will, in a few months time, become a Big Girl in an interesting condition, which will make having the two of them in the same house one of the visions of hell. There is absolutely no way that Piggy can be allowed to gain his manhood, but I have little doubt he'll disagree and will work himself into a terrible state of stress which would be very bad for him at his time of life.<br /><br />We've been running through the options: <br /><br />1. Piglet could be boarded somewhere for those few weeks. The disadvantages of this are that I wouldn't trust just anyone enough to look after him properly; Piglet's tricky at the best of times and being away with strangers ... I don't think so. He's never been in kennels - I don't think it'd be fair. Boy might be able to have him at his place - he's the only person I'd trust. <br /><br />2. Daisy goes away - I know from experience how careful you need to be with in-season bitches; not many people do. Kennelling would be out of the question for her - the trauma to the other dogs there of such a tantalising aroma adding to the usual kennel stress would be very unkind.<br /><br />3. One of two options for Piglet; chemical or surgical castration. The surgical option is the most certain, but at nearly 12 he's not a good anaesthetic risk although he's very fit and it's not a long operation. It would, after a few weeks, guarantee that he wouldn't be able to sire pups, although the desire and ability to try aren't always lost.<br /><br />The chemical option - an implant called Suprelorin - is supposed to be good; I've had both good and bad reports of it. It takes between 3 and 6 weeks to take effect and lasts about 5 or 6 months before fertility starts to return. Again the desire isn't always lost.<br /><br />I'm dithering about what would be best longterm. We can't possibly have puppies; just keeping them apart will be a nightmare of noise and stress; but I don't want to risk Piglet's health. We've got about a month to decide.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548646.post-82534180263622366222011-07-24T22:07:00.006+01:002011-07-25T10:33:47.060+01:00Another pleasant valley SundayDaisy had a really good day today, despite starting it at 5.30 which had this result by 9 o'clock ...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjwBpOZLslPShVra2BG0ESmZWRlfaikdwA9zfUiuUSqv9fbRfcW76prpTS9anMor4BMo4L6BZ4Ogkzhl4ATpPKfR3yJ6Xdvn-7J13D5xb9Ham5D3QTzV8GyFqG0AevQ8igwCZpdA/s1600/P1000472.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjwBpOZLslPShVra2BG0ESmZWRlfaikdwA9zfUiuUSqv9fbRfcW76prpTS9anMor4BMo4L6BZ4Ogkzhl4ATpPKfR3yJ6Xdvn-7J13D5xb9Ham5D3QTzV8GyFqG0AevQ8igwCZpdA/s400/P1000472.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633030438138757490" /></a><br /><br />She still hasn't overcome her carsickness, so we're trying to do short journeys which end in something fun, so that the car begins to be associated with Good Things. She's stopped the desperate salivation at the mere sight of the car keys, so that's an improvement.<br /><br />Today the weather was gorgeous so we decided to indulge ourselves; a ploughman's, with a well-kept pint, in a pub garden sounded ideal. The dogs were loaded in the car and off we went to Wroxton, <a href="http://imageseu.holiday-rentals.co.uk/vd2/files/HR/400x300/7/23728/50928_2.jpg">a chocolate-box village near Banbury</a>. When we arrived (before she'd been sick, hurrah!) we reckoned a walk in the fresh air would cheer her up - luckily we know the footpaths (to several geocaches!) fairly well, and both dogs enjoyed running through the long grass and flowering <a href="http://www.wildaboutbritain.co.uk/gallery/files/5/5/ladies_bedstraw_thumb.jpg">Ladies Bedstraw</a>, stretching their legs after the albeit short car journey. We met a couple walking their dog who was only 8 months old, and she and Daisy had a wonderful game whilst Piglet looked on, doing the canine equivalent of rolling his eyes and sighing heavily. <br /><br />By this time the pub (the North Arms) was calling us<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhi4OPixY7sorRM2gzs-1Db6b_aVGXTUzTsIHj66Bi_kalLh31KY915ciXSLB8B1hpPGOWusqf_ueEHIxXIJ0cY1VoABbpnWiTZNsCP62IewCmsYLQ1B7y-Qt-bZ9UdAd0dZJZhg/s1600/P1000473.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhi4OPixY7sorRM2gzs-1Db6b_aVGXTUzTsIHj66Bi_kalLh31KY915ciXSLB8B1hpPGOWusqf_ueEHIxXIJ0cY1VoABbpnWiTZNsCP62IewCmsYLQ1B7y-Qt-bZ9UdAd0dZJZhg/s400/P1000473.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633029731470643122" /></a><br /><br />and we made our way to the only empty table in the beer garden. Now, normally when we go anywhere with the dogs it's to the accompaniment of children's voices crying "Ooh, dalmatian, a dalmatian, look, a dalmatian!" sounding very like a flock of seagulls. Which is why were surprised to hear a child say "Oh no, I don't like dogs". Tough luck, we thought - they're on the lead, behaving perfectly - shut up and deal with it. The child's mother, on the next table, told us he was afraid of dogs. "Oh dear, that's a shame" I said, smiling at the brat, saying "Don't worry, we won't let them off the lead so you'll be perfectly all right." And he was - it was his mother who was teaching him her fear; the child was actually quite interested in them, asking all sorts of questions ("Do you know how many spots they've got?" "If she's 4 months old, how old is that for a person?" and so forth). I hope we helped him override his mother's influence even a little bit.<br /><br />By the time our food was ready (the ham took a while because it had only just been cooked and had to cool down slightly) another table, with an umbrella against the hot sun, had become available so we took our quiet, calm dogs and moved away from the noisy disruptive children to enjoy our lunch in peace.<br /><br />By this time Daisy was quite tired and full of the lunch I'd brought for her, so was on a charm offensive, gently kissing everyone who wanted to say hello to her, and offering them a paw, and won everyone over. Poor Piggy didn't get much of a look in; nobody notices the elderly gent when there's a pretty little girl around.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7KANtC3MAfsx_jFEaFYl3vZYXGk-HOPGF4R18ccbD1dD3Ci38OMR27xU3trb_kvOCREvS44HFaDBcSbD0SeG8BRzmzXRI-hb-48UYHj5Y2zxetgQVCEm0Crsn3SkwDXOKKBUQWg/s1600/P1000474.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7KANtC3MAfsx_jFEaFYl3vZYXGk-HOPGF4R18ccbD1dD3Ci38OMR27xU3trb_kvOCREvS44HFaDBcSbD0SeG8BRzmzXRI-hb-48UYHj5Y2zxetgQVCEm0Crsn3SkwDXOKKBUQWg/s400/P1000474.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633029737298718898" /></a><br /><br />She wasn't sick on the homeward journey either, so the good experiences of the outing (a fun walk in an exciting new place but with Piggy for security, playing a proper game with another puppy, watching children and learning they're not Dangerous, making friends with Strangers - all of enormous benefit when learning about Life.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548646.post-48389545771623006802011-07-23T19:14:00.008+01:002011-07-24T18:27:02.565+01:00Let's watch the flowers grow"<em>The stately Lady-Hollyhock<br />Has graced my garden-bed for years,<br />Sedately stiffened in a frock<br />All frills and ruffles to her ears</em>."<br />— <strong>Sarah J. Day</strong><br /><br />Several times in the past I've tried to grow hollyhocks; they're high among my favourite cottage garden flowers, tall and stately and beautiful colours. But every time I've failed; they've either been eaten by slugs, or hit by frost before they were established, or didn't like the soil or succumbed to rust. However because they flourish in the village, even growing in cracks in the pavement, i knew the soil suited them, so two years ago we collected seed from the feral plants and sowed them. They dutifully germinated, were hardened off and planted out last year when we'd finished the new fence.<br /><br />And they survived! They were sprayed against rust every so often but otherwise pretty much let alone. They coped with the harsh December with its sub-zero temperatures for weeks on end, and valiantly flourished in the warm spring. One even reached a height of at least eight feet.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisdKgkZNxbdQcm2g3t7X88eFaiksX0b9MadrzzB-u63vMH38-BPRjuW9qT5ZQJCHCrPfOLxkkBqo95mWGLdudGsnFtdwgRI6ND9oCroveadgDogBkYLKrd40_3aAIiud6hBbrfmA/s1600/DSC00501.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisdKgkZNxbdQcm2g3t7X88eFaiksX0b9MadrzzB-u63vMH38-BPRjuW9qT5ZQJCHCrPfOLxkkBqo95mWGLdudGsnFtdwgRI6ND9oCroveadgDogBkYLKrd40_3aAIiud6hBbrfmA/s400/DSC00501.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632614532132452178" /></a><br /><br />Because they were random seeds we had no idea what colours they'd be; among the parent plants were yellows, whites, reds and many shades of pink; and of course being hybrids they could turn out any colour, which made planning the colour scheme a real gamble. But it paid off. The four plants made a very pleasing row of dark red, cerise, salmon pink and pink blush in order of density of hue.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcC0Bzt2wbwKVLXjPJ6pwwepiXrkZSG0z8Zv5eDc-O6I0oyUem3ivQsYHfhYfO_RQxYFWJsLktH_1OGVsfIbgy7dhh40vX0Emv2k_TeTVnYNR9Nm9MpDurQBHeHXZ55g68yWumIQ/s1600/DSC00511.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcC0Bzt2wbwKVLXjPJ6pwwepiXrkZSG0z8Zv5eDc-O6I0oyUem3ivQsYHfhYfO_RQxYFWJsLktH_1OGVsfIbgy7dhh40vX0Emv2k_TeTVnYNR9Nm9MpDurQBHeHXZ55g68yWumIQ/s400/DSC00511.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632617167053330642" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhojOXwM89AKX0WoavGPce-1fagnbN-FYBnrPk4YxZrq_L_jg_bCuJvoJ1n2SqdigH_b7fU7kX7rDaqpAktn5IkzmLo6JTP_t0bHwJ-pcdydzVKTd5CM4T57MfFUEQGbnyaEp1ZiQ/s1600/DSC00553.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhojOXwM89AKX0WoavGPce-1fagnbN-FYBnrPk4YxZrq_L_jg_bCuJvoJ1n2SqdigH_b7fU7kX7rDaqpAktn5IkzmLo6JTP_t0bHwJ-pcdydzVKTd5CM4T57MfFUEQGbnyaEp1ZiQ/s400/DSC00553.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632614507406259682" /></a><br /><br />The front garden's only tiny but I can't tell you how much pleasure the success of the hollyhocks has given me.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkWeqMfeYHsollESd3hXiLEdre3yHZ34HwPOw_KTtzsasXz_sS0OpvIBQF7smYRZz0_1vZxeGkXTEk2-zMV_DczcKfRERLM2eJFmpFMDMGHp-pVM5i3qCUHGY6flAUjlInEXIaIw/s1600/DSC00505.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkWeqMfeYHsollESd3hXiLEdre3yHZ34HwPOw_KTtzsasXz_sS0OpvIBQF7smYRZz0_1vZxeGkXTEk2-zMV_DczcKfRERLM2eJFmpFMDMGHp-pVM5i3qCUHGY6flAUjlInEXIaIw/s400/DSC00505.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632617186242175954" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548646.post-8508423966768591912011-07-16T19:14:00.004+01:002011-07-16T19:36:23.957+01:00Give me your answer, doShe's growing up.<br /><br />Daisy, 4 weeks<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6XzPj0dx229IUYaDHL0npMfTDQboCym2JTPTPpvZAsRRh-ZAw7KA8BXqJJYHBerB8hVfUyxVxIiFcrHrpKaIsz3LpafvRgqekPy4qHpWZhXcQPAFjQQ8bJj8JQEzEXQH46efjPQ/s1600/Daisy+4+weeks+%25231.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6XzPj0dx229IUYaDHL0npMfTDQboCym2JTPTPpvZAsRRh-ZAw7KA8BXqJJYHBerB8hVfUyxVxIiFcrHrpKaIsz3LpafvRgqekPy4qHpWZhXcQPAFjQQ8bJj8JQEzEXQH46efjPQ/s400/Daisy+4+weeks+%25231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630018919425805650" /></a><br /><br />Daisy, 6 weeks<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSvAwea-lU0S_iw2cMjRPo5F985z_QmN6DLWNj4P6we8U-lGqwM8KL2bMCullT9v45_YiUKIzlq-fTA_xFd59Tk685nnEWVDGxEKPC9NWMVZiLBPDNYMTygEkzJVCdY9CdjAWWPg/s1600/Daisy+6+weeks+2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSvAwea-lU0S_iw2cMjRPo5F985z_QmN6DLWNj4P6we8U-lGqwM8KL2bMCullT9v45_YiUKIzlq-fTA_xFd59Tk685nnEWVDGxEKPC9NWMVZiLBPDNYMTygEkzJVCdY9CdjAWWPg/s400/Daisy+6+weeks+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630018914781196482" /></a><br /><br />Daisy, 12 weeks<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1jQ6MjCNxdwtK_OtehM9gfin2u6VWhktyqvYtYwFHt1k9TZeBdeA5M2Yc2l_qh_T7tXv3kDd-XF42OHsiz1Iz6s8vhmmZAMfw3UNgKNv3CIysfayz4KxZX4YNAqwhPqBTIYpB9Q/s1600/Daisy+12+weeks+%25232.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1jQ6MjCNxdwtK_OtehM9gfin2u6VWhktyqvYtYwFHt1k9TZeBdeA5M2Yc2l_qh_T7tXv3kDd-XF42OHsiz1Iz6s8vhmmZAMfw3UNgKNv3CIysfayz4KxZX4YNAqwhPqBTIYpB9Q/s400/Daisy+12+weeks+%25232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630017065748591650" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFV2ZbFAZ0JiJ5iW7UzAf5ADxRRFyJnZO6pO5O_FVC7vzpRLDATJc18V944RHoWVtB6T_MCexZkEfR2rEOJFCGqxE0wA_UPFVsgqVXBEJb2CQsM49etxzH5cqEaQlqvpPlEVpBqg/s1600/Daisy+12+weeks+%25231.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFV2ZbFAZ0JiJ5iW7UzAf5ADxRRFyJnZO6pO5O_FVC7vzpRLDATJc18V944RHoWVtB6T_MCexZkEfR2rEOJFCGqxE0wA_UPFVsgqVXBEJb2CQsM49etxzH5cqEaQlqvpPlEVpBqg/s400/Daisy+12+weeks+%25231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630017062152575586" /></a><br />Daisy, 15 weeks<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx8W9a1xfMeXk6f4pelZKSEfu1OLJIPUg8fkyd6PAat7N9Pbo6uG_vJ7LZfFC5WhklmLwGrMplrFJPhuVI2f6TpkTJ0ZThyphenhyphenb1TaPSX3CWCul1g8vqv_JrUH-ViUaIw5XkGAd70_A/s1600/Daisy+15+weeks+%25232.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx8W9a1xfMeXk6f4pelZKSEfu1OLJIPUg8fkyd6PAat7N9Pbo6uG_vJ7LZfFC5WhklmLwGrMplrFJPhuVI2f6TpkTJ0ZThyphenhyphenb1TaPSX3CWCul1g8vqv_JrUH-ViUaIw5XkGAd70_A/s400/Daisy+15+weeks+%25232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630017054339204258" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCCUHKOzgspKwdr76j2nriHtks2fpgsBjNHbbZnixSMlCrMdjE64EYDnZUDUe0fIfjCPFVd-2tQcx6cKa9Z52vD6nqJ4s-mgc5CANeQbb8Vjkgop0ra44BydYUmtXjdgrKNEmQKQ/s1600/Daisy+15+weeks+%25231.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCCUHKOzgspKwdr76j2nriHtks2fpgsBjNHbbZnixSMlCrMdjE64EYDnZUDUe0fIfjCPFVd-2tQcx6cKa9Z52vD6nqJ4s-mgc5CANeQbb8Vjkgop0ra44BydYUmtXjdgrKNEmQKQ/s400/Daisy+15+weeks+%25231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630017052938821170" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548646.post-58560603247436080362011-06-19T22:35:00.004+01:002011-06-20T06:40:07.221+01:00She wouldn't have a Willy or a SamNo pictures - I had enough to cope with, doing a journey of more than five hundred yards with a car-sick puppy to worry about a camera - but today was a satisfactorily complete day, although nothing went entirely to plan, which in itself made it just right. <br /><br />Yesterday was the anniversary of the departure from this stage of existence of our friend henry, so a few of us decided to make an Expedition to his first ever geocache and visit the spot nearby where his ashes are buried. For us this involved taking a car-sick puppy on a long car journey, followed by a long walk (when she's only been allowed outside the garden for 2 days, and is limited to 15-minute walks). We delayed our departure till three hours after her breakfast, so that she got some of the benefit of it, and fair play to hre she lasted for an hour before she threw up the first time. By the time we eventually arrived at the meeting-point (Nelly, you <em>did</em> say meet at Tanner's Lane, I've triple-checked) she'd bee sick a few more times and was feeling very sorry for herself. So was I.<br /><br />Once we'd located each other with the echoes of "Why does nothing ever fuc 'scuse me, doorbell" ringing in our ears, finding the cache went smoothly ... until we realised that the bottle of cider (of which more anon) had succumbed to the law of gravity and emptied itself downhill ... (Why does nothing etc).<br /><br />Then we set about locating henry's resting place to plant a replacement tree for him, the original one having failed to thrive. For an hour we searched, first with muttered curses which gradually became more audible as the frustration levels grew. We rang his sister to double-check the location - yes, we were in the right place - and the search continued. By this time I was sitting on the ground ("Am I sitting on him?") and finally called out "Come on henry, where are you?". No more than 20 seconds later Andy cried "Victory!!" a mere four feet from where we'd been standing around for ages. If only we'd asked him sooner where he was! I bet he was chortling at us! The cider? The last few drops were sprinkled onto the tree as a libation, sending our good wishes to our friend.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548646.post-63428965144152261352011-06-08T18:51:00.006+01:002011-06-09T20:25:42.017+01:00I didn't know what day it was<strong>May 15th</strong><br /><br />Heathrow Terminal 5 is a disaster. Despite being built only recently it's shabby, dated and user-<strong>un</strong>friendly. It was obviously designed by someone who flies a lot and so knows the ropes, and who is wealthy or well-connected enough not to have to fly cattle-class. They really should have tested it out on guinea-pigs like us who haven't a clue - and we weren't the only ones getting confused.<br /><br />1. Why on earth would you have direction signs for Baggage Reclaim (which you're not allowed to go to before being dealt with by immigration) <em>before</em> you get to the signs for Immigration? <br /><br />2. Why on earth aren't the signs for UK/EU passports and Other passports clearly differentiated? <br /><br />3. Why don't the new biometric passport-recognition machines, designed to save time, work? (To be fair, passport photos are bad enough, but after a 10-hour night flight you look even worse than your picture.)<br /><br />4. Why, once you've negotiated Immigration (1 person manning two desks, with two people on another, isn't efficient) and make your way to Baggage Reclaim (the directions for which are harder to find now that you need them) is there no large, clear sign as soon as you enter the huge hall as to which carousel your luggage should be deposited on?<br /><br />After the comfort, cleanliness and efficiency of Vancouver airport, this is an embarrassment.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548646.post-80297348743430279982011-06-05T12:39:00.016+01:002011-06-09T20:24:35.002+01:00Trains and boats and planes<strong>May 14th; Day 15</strong><br /><br />Our last day in Canada; this is a lovely place and we're rather sorry to be going home. We checked out after breakfast, leaving our luggage at the hotel to collect later because our flight isn't till this evening. We took the car to fill it up (Ned cleverly guessed very accurately how much petrol we needed) and returned it to the hire company. Delivering it took more time than anticipated because four enormous cruise ships had docked in the same area and were disgorging 19,000 passengers into the city. Thankfully there were plenty of traffic controllers managing the umpteen cars, coaches and taxis.<br /><br />That done, the rest of the day was our own. It was a bit showery so we strolled through the shops. The Granville Street/Canada Place area is similar to Regents Street/Oxford Street in London; lovely stuff but we could only afford to window-shop, and then only if we didn't stop for long. We were delighted to find the Hudson's Bay Company shop still has an area, albeit small, where they have their famous blankets ($350!!) and canoes. Ned took some convincing that we wouldn't be able to take one as hand luggage.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGPdLB3QL0caN1KNsJaFBcLmCYOOpoZ0sQ2dEnZYqJ_1ZDRyirNKf-eJRvqyubH4Yr3ZIBKkUoPrVT4AIDMDRz2qp08W3QY5kGOl_v0DXxCql3tqk3eQTxR8ZQrPQ6Ui6cRzub0A/s1600/P1000394.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGPdLB3QL0caN1KNsJaFBcLmCYOOpoZ0sQ2dEnZYqJ_1ZDRyirNKf-eJRvqyubH4Yr3ZIBKkUoPrVT4AIDMDRz2qp08W3QY5kGOl_v0DXxCql3tqk3eQTxR8ZQrPQ6Ui6cRzub0A/s400/P1000394.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614707161360890818" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRVV27Y1jBNhH4Qva7ut_OeNhUnz2x7nzYe0dgQvZ2G3RgJ3cESkHs5rweNWrtPRIniJ33lPtbrfWTI03rYR5asK8jcDIBOV-1_ITAE4n-wFLR83LxzRRz260cwDcBRCvuDQ_AUg/s1600/P1000395.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRVV27Y1jBNhH4Qva7ut_OeNhUnz2x7nzYe0dgQvZ2G3RgJ3cESkHs5rweNWrtPRIniJ33lPtbrfWTI03rYR5asK8jcDIBOV-1_ITAE4n-wFLR83LxzRRz260cwDcBRCvuDQ_AUg/s400/P1000395.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615778583058316882" /></a><br /><br />There was a very extravagantly-decorated VW beetle parked at the side of the road;<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy8gBDshHeISzmt0-8rYzRxriV9va1PeHO9JTHd7LvjOc-egDdeobaUZZlXc-YFqMEuMDQbR1ZZVKEuEv0KuIN_MUGvszmenBLtslDG_-n6lyiFcvx6N-KoXXtP7rUGRsLRc9nhg/s1600/DSC00383.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy8gBDshHeISzmt0-8rYzRxriV9va1PeHO9JTHd7LvjOc-egDdeobaUZZlXc-YFqMEuMDQbR1ZZVKEuEv0KuIN_MUGvszmenBLtslDG_-n6lyiFcvx6N-KoXXtP7rUGRsLRc9nhg/s400/DSC00383.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614712017568927714" /></a><br />obviously the owner is a Canucks (Vancouver Ice-hockey team) supporter. To be fair, though, I think it's compulsory. The Stanley Cup is on (it seems to be on a par with the FA Cup) and every bar has a TV showing ice-hockey.<br /><br />By lunchtime the sun had come out again and after indulging in a Starbucks we spent a very pleasant hour sitting on a bench in the sun at English Bay, soaking up the sun and listening to the waves on the sand.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaAmiUc7BVr1A8WYm1gbSBdnbmSbX8tuNN7zyYElh8hk78WdnUEp3Ht6iTleP0CNOcY3InZ4la6wYuuubxju2foGdyWyYTPENJ12Sdb-fRkcMSyM6ZW-3gC0qWBWfPmjOlkh9snQ/s1600/P1000400.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaAmiUc7BVr1A8WYm1gbSBdnbmSbX8tuNN7zyYElh8hk78WdnUEp3Ht6iTleP0CNOcY3InZ4la6wYuuubxju2foGdyWyYTPENJ12Sdb-fRkcMSyM6ZW-3gC0qWBWfPmjOlkh9snQ/s400/P1000400.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614704797037362146" /></a><br /><br />On our way back to collect our luggage to head to the airport we stopped at the weird, creepy set of statues on the corner. I don't know what they're supposed to be about but I think they're horrid!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYHoPt6XEnT_K-7frYKCR_gfglU8Z9CFl0dBvEAiChzyxmROnqJBpj8u5n6A-wtHuWaQ2vYpqiAqX0t2WOmMf_j1dMcGGlr7YI1aX7UFM_Z5_4o41tnrpbhoSTmfI-4za67uYCuw/s1600/P1000398.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYHoPt6XEnT_K-7frYKCR_gfglU8Z9CFl0dBvEAiChzyxmROnqJBpj8u5n6A-wtHuWaQ2vYpqiAqX0t2WOmMf_j1dMcGGlr7YI1aX7UFM_Z5_4o41tnrpbhoSTmfI-4za67uYCuw/s400/P1000398.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614706458804237618" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtAPA4PlMnKfM7_zlW9RhQVcbIIUDQCMjHmmlNzNHbkkelneyJNiDNofTWfG0Vbbjp-nrzrP6mVzQpPSaida1nWLNOYx_BhiC4cSncbkKo2qMz6O9tIqQxrn1LCmBECLrRBVYLwg/s1600/P1000397.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtAPA4PlMnKfM7_zlW9RhQVcbIIUDQCMjHmmlNzNHbkkelneyJNiDNofTWfG0Vbbjp-nrzrP6mVzQpPSaida1nWLNOYx_BhiC4cSncbkKo2qMz6O9tIqQxrn1LCmBECLrRBVYLwg/s400/P1000397.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614705787328997218" /></a><br /><br />We were slightly puzzled to discover that the Skytrain (an excellent underground/overground rail system, spotlessly clean, and totally automated so there's no driver. The unions here would never allow it) tickets are $7.50 from the airport to the city, but only $2.50 from the city to the airport. <br /><br />Things we've learned about Canada:<br /><br /><strong>1</strong>. The natives are friendly<br /><br /><strong>2</strong>. The drivers are courteous; they give way to pedestrians, obey the speed limit and hardly ever use their horns<br /><br /><strong>3</strong>. The light switches are upside down<br /><br /><strong>4</strong>. People are capable of either using litter bins or taking their litter home for disposal<br /><br /><strong>5</strong>. There are lots of TV channels but not much worth watching (unless you like ice hockey. Needs must, and we got quite keen)<br /><br /><strong>6</strong>. Recycling and 'green' concerns are very high on the agenda; even TV adverts stress the eco-friendliness of the products<br /><br /><strong>7</strong>. The buses have cycle racks on the front<br /><br /><strong>8</strong>. We like it and want to come backUnknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548646.post-58643205249484781772011-06-04T18:01:00.012+01:002011-06-08T06:49:12.714+01:00I would walk 500 miles<strong>May 13th: Day 14</strong><br /><br />Friday the Thirteenth. We had a disturbed night last night; at 4.30 am the phone rang in the room next door. And rang and rang. And rang some more then stopped. Then it rang again a few times then stopped. Then it did it again. Then someone started knocking on their door. Honestly, if you've arranged an alarm call the least you could do is acknowledge it.<br /><br />As it was another beautiful day we drove over the Lions Gate Bridge again to North Vancouver and after visiting a Wal-Mart (just to see what it was like; yes, it's Asda) we went to Lynn Canyon. Many people have heard of the Capilano suspension bridge, but there's another one here which has far fewer visitors. It's slightly smaller, but still wobbly enough to give me the heebie-jeebies!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjolS1bjybDcFxDJbFquyjMwGdVSg_mPqLyFdxrDTrkQ9Baea27YyejPN1mL-1AVRkc3sorHzvncQhnmgA7rejnxAPpkdoIxBiAnM3xln7BaIKcJPMK9GEmAFKkwWlbMEhMLfoPTw/s1600/DSC00377.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjolS1bjybDcFxDJbFquyjMwGdVSg_mPqLyFdxrDTrkQ9Baea27YyejPN1mL-1AVRkc3sorHzvncQhnmgA7rejnxAPpkdoIxBiAnM3xln7BaIKcJPMK9GEmAFKkwWlbMEhMLfoPTw/s400/DSC00377.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614414937696121826" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDLAyHJVNsm4pw-v7UVLVEH9PV4JTNUgr51zeMERxMKPuZ0EdJpCR3tB9O8zdAcaalziAEd0-jToZzLXfpbJl1BfE6296r3eIRd5FSPJtg68MH-9HBWUdiD8iPHXh_iYuHsehQYQ/s1600/P1000389.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDLAyHJVNsm4pw-v7UVLVEH9PV4JTNUgr51zeMERxMKPuZ0EdJpCR3tB9O8zdAcaalziAEd0-jToZzLXfpbJl1BfE6296r3eIRd5FSPJtg68MH-9HBWUdiD8iPHXh_iYuHsehQYQ/s400/P1000389.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614416251244727138" /></a><br /><br /><br />This is a beautiful place with lovely trails along the river which gushes through a gorge and over rocks. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5ZJx0ZX4Z8n0dt14e1g14PbdAUPxcWu0IQUN5GVNHKu556UB581sHf85QVTbqiXAv94-Jyoht3wpUhfKY9-7rOse3qDiCuOdV3Lb41xNaQl_L-y0uNHVQkRJGbcXCxCAdTY_JfQ/s1600/DSC00379.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5ZJx0ZX4Z8n0dt14e1g14PbdAUPxcWu0IQUN5GVNHKu556UB581sHf85QVTbqiXAv94-Jyoht3wpUhfKY9-7rOse3qDiCuOdV3Lb41xNaQl_L-y0uNHVQkRJGbcXCxCAdTY_JfQ/s400/DSC00379.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614698182866701362" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTIU-9BXYZW-jABFsCKCDAkNlvIBAl-xDOaJRjQeEUihjvSgPHGK9bgrWtRDaIppptziBMm5IRuSh-_xCq_84knjYlJzHV0_Lz8yu6JpBaxZ-9HW-4Z_xHMIjZ70M11CT7HutQaA/s1600/P1000388.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTIU-9BXYZW-jABFsCKCDAkNlvIBAl-xDOaJRjQeEUihjvSgPHGK9bgrWtRDaIppptziBMm5IRuSh-_xCq_84knjYlJzHV0_Lz8yu6JpBaxZ-9HW-4Z_xHMIjZ70M11CT7HutQaA/s400/P1000388.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614417436217167890" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7a4oKSw43JpteaAJskKYDEd3rMji7ojdmJtsHlVYVGFs6gYCjeJKPjarOfA1RCmlTnr7rQVIXF9VmfjKiOrkmr-IRl4NRS_lFxpxw9QMvl22p0_zJ4idziI2EMlZvjiBrktWJ8A/s1600/P1000391.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7a4oKSw43JpteaAJskKYDEd3rMji7ojdmJtsHlVYVGFs6gYCjeJKPjarOfA1RCmlTnr7rQVIXF9VmfjKiOrkmr-IRl4NRS_lFxpxw9QMvl22p0_zJ4idziI2EMlZvjiBrktWJ8A/s400/P1000391.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614416243155980834" /></a><br /><br />We thought about dropping off the hire car on our way back but had quite a lot to carry so went back to the hotel to unload. We strolled to a little shop around the corner that was advertising 'Bubble tea', which we'd heard about years ago and were intrigued to try. It's very strange; imagine iced milky tea with large purple tapioca 'bubbles'. You have to suck really hard and then the tapioca bubbles suddenly shoot up the straw and nearly choke you. Interesting, but not something I'd choose to repeat.<br /><br />Then for some reason we chose to carry on our stroll to find out where we should drop the car off; behind the commercial streets there are lovely residential areas, so it made a pleasant walk. We found out where the car needed to be left, and located a garage to fill it up (another challenge; in BC the law is that you pay for your petrol before it's been dispensed, so when you don't know how big your tank is but it needs to be completely filled you have to be good at guessing). Then of course we had to walk back to pick the car up again. That was too much for me - I'm surprised my feet weren't bleeding. We'll drop it off tomorrow.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548646.post-6774538080277602662011-06-03T20:13:00.011+01:002011-06-06T15:29:33.506+01:00I walk the line<strong>12th May: Day 13</strong><br /><br />Today the weather was beautiful again - it certainly isn't boring and predictable! - so we decided to drive inland to Harrison Hot Springs up the Fraser River, both to see a bit of more rural Canada and hopefully visit some of the places that RWH would have known. We only got lost once finding our way out of Vancouver (although we thought we must have got lost when driving through the town of Langley when, instead of the main Highway 1A that we were on - and was a straight road with no turnings - we were in a narrow shopping street. But no, it was still the main road. Bizarre.) Once at Harrison we enjoyed a wander around (failing to find a couple of caches) and visiting the hot spring itself. And yes, that water is <em>really</em> hot - the sign said it's 140ºF coming out of the ground.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieg7KGssJ42yIqLaARosU1sNEDwmlPwV36sEFd1br-5-DMDYq_ehrE9eVzQWc_XZfZ0N59wvYmIEPzRRiJKWM2lWEkst4e7JtJLH9m7jbRVz8ZgejXrt9P6q8CQO9SdEnTKXULwA/s1600/DSC00372.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieg7KGssJ42yIqLaARosU1sNEDwmlPwV36sEFd1br-5-DMDYq_ehrE9eVzQWc_XZfZ0N59wvYmIEPzRRiJKWM2lWEkst4e7JtJLH9m7jbRVz8ZgejXrt9P6q8CQO9SdEnTKXULwA/s400/DSC00372.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614118519962560978" /></a><br /><br />All around the edge of the public pool, which says it's fed with water piped from the hot spring but it seemed to be low tide for our visit, there are memorial benches placed so that people can sit and enjoy the view over the lake. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC4VFRWBhE2vsNqQTutpSrR_8Df-pIPZ2__hP7d1y1YKv5YxT1JdaKeyBy1HFC4WzlFKjD8IDC4nbeMs4woRhQj-U3TDTdWpOgwe_FE9Nj7Ha0fLEkdYn9vHzidg3HdfFirdleuw/s1600/P1000387.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC4VFRWBhE2vsNqQTutpSrR_8Df-pIPZ2__hP7d1y1YKv5YxT1JdaKeyBy1HFC4WzlFKjD8IDC4nbeMs4woRhQj-U3TDTdWpOgwe_FE9Nj7Ha0fLEkdYn9vHzidg3HdfFirdleuw/s400/P1000387.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614119925186049554" /></a><br /><br />Only two of the people remembered on the plaques were older than us. How depressing.<br /><br />On the return journey we made a slight detour to a place called Sumas, right on the Canada/US border. RWH wrote a letter home from here on 5th May 1859, so we nearly got the date right for the anniversary. I can't tell you how thrilled I was to be able to get to 'Boundary Road' and take a photo to show that the cleared border line is still maintained. It seems to be colder in America than in Canada, judging by the snow!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_q9zLXiswN2IP4PCEQda88ldLGXADnCNlkwGq_i8LCE3VrJVsF3FvjlJXHENtM7x9QDPoiN9kO9jFjKZa0UM9lxeBkUReyUumgEeEsDOipS8QJo6iw4j1bes9gHhAiihcpfEuNQ/s1600/DSC00375.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_q9zLXiswN2IP4PCEQda88ldLGXADnCNlkwGq_i8LCE3VrJVsF3FvjlJXHENtM7x9QDPoiN9kO9jFjKZa0UM9lxeBkUReyUumgEeEsDOipS8QJo6iw4j1bes9gHhAiihcpfEuNQ/s400/DSC00375.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614117811898087362" /></a><br /><br />We didn't have time to visit Fort Langley - a settlement that RWH knew well and which has been reconstructed on the original foundations; that'll have to wait till next time.<br /><br />Tonight we went round the corner to eat at the <a href="http://www.bananaleaf-vancouver.com/locations.html">Banana Leaf</a> on Denman Street, a Malayan restaurant. You don't make reservations; when you arrive you write your name and number in your party on a blackboard by the door, and when a suitable table becomes available it's your turn. An odd system but it seems to work well; and the food was lovely. Thoroughly recommended.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548646.post-73566978265121158282011-06-01T10:06:00.009+01:002011-06-05T13:41:39.299+01:00When you're on the street<strong>11th May: Day 12</strong><br /><br />A damp, drizzly day to say goodbye to Vancouver Island and return to the mainland. It was a very calm crossing and the short drive from the ferry terminal over the <a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/a6/Lions_Gate_Bridge_(air).jpg">Lions Gate bridge</a> (gosh, that's high!) into Stanley Park and back to our hotel (the same one as at the beginning of the holiday) was wet but uneventful. It's funny; when we were here last week the hotel seemed quite swish. Now in comparison with some of the others (the last one in particular) it seems almost ordinary - although it's still very comfortable!<br /><br />After checking in we went for another explore, despite the rain, this time taking the little ferry (very like the ones we saw in Victoria) over to Granville Island, watching cormorants fishing for weed then flying up to build their nests beneath the road bridge high above the river. This odd little place is home to a great number of art galleries and up-market craft-type shops. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghZNyjdiz0PuB5_oNR5jhYgJ-0GEPpwjs6C4d2TEKdbvKp6wN7_wulGfqlwHXzG-6JvIZRc8_ojCja6oKSg7ySlzH_WtBGHES0tCKo2-D8QFKfCRhmxAbUAQQxftZ5Dp7RG1r0Uw/s1600/DSC00368.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghZNyjdiz0PuB5_oNR5jhYgJ-0GEPpwjs6C4d2TEKdbvKp6wN7_wulGfqlwHXzG-6JvIZRc8_ojCja6oKSg7ySlzH_WtBGHES0tCKo2-D8QFKfCRhmxAbUAQQxftZ5Dp7RG1r0Uw/s400/DSC00368.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614076241356390850" /></a><br /><br />We saw lots of wonderful stuff, but you need to be rich! It's very much an outlet for quality artisan products, not tat.<br /><br />Then rather than take the ferry back we managed to find our way through a housing area (stopping to read the notice warning about the presence of coyotes!) to the steps up to the road bridge - gosh, that's another high one - back over the river to the main part of the city.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548646.post-69735887735853415902011-05-31T10:59:00.011+01:002011-06-04T18:32:20.879+01:00Some people might say my life's in a rut<strong>May 10th; Day 11</strong><br /><br />It was cooler today, our last full day on the Island and we decided to go and visit the local(ish) caves at Horne Lake. We were told that we needed to leave the Highway at Exit 75, and as we got on at Exit 60 we were prepared for a long drive. However it turned out to be the next junction; it was only at this point we realised that the exits are numbered according to how many kilometres they are from the start. This must be a cause for great confusion for Canadians visiting the UK!<br /><br />The cave tour was great! There was only Ned and me and the two guides, Miles (from Alberta) and Sean (or Wayne - why is it I always get those names muddled?) from Australia. When they came out to meet us you could see their spirits sinking at the prospect of taking a middle-aged couple who'd probably be real drips. They soon changed their minds when, on the steep hike up to the cave entrance Ned and I set a brisk pace and the boys got out of breath trying to keep up; we were quietly amused.<br /><br />It wasn't a cave tour like Wookey Hole, with walkways and ropes and atmospheric lighting. This involved helmets and headtorches and scrambling ("Make sure you always maintain three points of contact and don't touch the calcite"). We were very proud to uphold the honour of the Empire and didn't slip or get claustrophobic or scared in the dark!<br /><br />Many of the stalagmites and stalactites are given names, some being more fanciful than others. The 'howling wolf' was okay at the right angle as was the 'bacon slices'. There was one unnamed one that reminded me very much of Nursey (from Blackadder)'s fancy-dress cow outfit.<br /><br />The 'Buddha' formation (if you look carefully)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE1j-OtXlO_bdqtKoz51dcB4X8edPzIOIxloGMqtyBHvLJB3F6PKLoYUE12x4cMnQU9Siqd8WJMsxf6PyqszAQ9G1WFQeENJTrkd-g9lAH7sieUat-wQiVJxWsbZGIIwvxd20grQ/s1600/P1000378.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE1j-OtXlO_bdqtKoz51dcB4X8edPzIOIxloGMqtyBHvLJB3F6PKLoYUE12x4cMnQU9Siqd8WJMsxf6PyqszAQ9G1WFQeENJTrkd-g9lAH7sieUat-wQiVJxWsbZGIIwvxd20grQ/s400/P1000378.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612943878063388322" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiImvd9TtCLRCKg2BRTy4uNrSOVtc1R8moY8J0iqScK8aUbfncC2MKG8TFMn-can7dupwytQOa9tRyFr7bX81RwDdsUzcWB1iuu49KF6LdtAvwA55Z_qMd154IUb2gmh_q_HXRTPw/s1600/P1000380.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiImvd9TtCLRCKg2BRTy4uNrSOVtc1R8moY8J0iqScK8aUbfncC2MKG8TFMn-can7dupwytQOa9tRyFr7bX81RwDdsUzcWB1iuu49KF6LdtAvwA55Z_qMd154IUb2gmh_q_HXRTPw/s400/P1000380.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612820048958773042" /></a><br /><br />Miles and Sean/Wayne were very impressed and told us that we'd have been fine on the longer tour that involves a lot more squeezing, but I'm not sure they were right!<br /><br />Something that struck us as being rather odd. They do several types of tour of the cave systems; the 'family' one that we did, the 'Wet & Wild Adventure', the 'High Adventure' and 'Extreme Rappel' and, bizarrely, night caving. Bearing in mind that it's pitch dark in the caves even in the middle of the day I really can't see the point of going at night.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548646.post-11113929358506197312011-05-30T16:56:00.007+01:002011-06-03T18:33:01.101+01:00And all that rat-race noise down in the street<strong>9th May: Day 10</strong><br /><br />Another beautiful day, so after breakfast (everything is so 'healthy' here - everything is multigrain this, organic that) we decided to walk a short local trail to stretch our legs after yesterday's drive. It was only about 5k through the woods and along 'Englishman's River' - naturally getting a few caches along the way!<br /><br />Looking out for bears<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimLekZwroXXXc5bvHohVdAjarKHha9OcB75GU54uvnU3kiYR5Xl9oNX09C3cIHKjiF1Xm7DgALkqAyTmY6HA6-WljkCbGcb6t0SBtI4MbvgQxfDDKrZtPh9NbHVKY_dqRNS9wgUg/s1600/DSC00359.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimLekZwroXXXc5bvHohVdAjarKHha9OcB75GU54uvnU3kiYR5Xl9oNX09C3cIHKjiF1Xm7DgALkqAyTmY6HA6-WljkCbGcb6t0SBtI4MbvgQxfDDKrZtPh9NbHVKY_dqRNS9wgUg/s400/DSC00359.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612540064646206066" /></a><br /><br />Later on we got back into the car and drove a short way to the village of <a href="http://www.vancouverisland.com/regions/towns/?townID=49">Coombs</a> where in summer one of the attractions is<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrzJXYrPCdYvuha2RIz7oFb1Tl92-pddgLSUDJ4-E1njzXhbmMMJ76FZtt5Q-skxMFyFHc61-QlfbR6uZZ6lVI5REhN-hi21zrqKpZU4YadAFRGLkbGSJ8ayqddWA7SReKN4j7fw/s1600/DSC00361.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrzJXYrPCdYvuha2RIz7oFb1Tl92-pddgLSUDJ4-E1njzXhbmMMJ76FZtt5Q-skxMFyFHc61-QlfbR6uZZ6lVI5REhN-hi21zrqKpZU4YadAFRGLkbGSJ8ayqddWA7SReKN4j7fw/s400/DSC00361.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612542533464448082" /></a><br />Unfortunately it's a bit too early in the season for them to have been put up there, but we saw them in the field behind.<br /> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjvCS9-21UaLuwPCm-dpIriu0a8hEU20nXoqJn4VCHkdleJYW-jdGSRdFREwqHcEi-YtLLm8Oh7lPo2wORGb0AdEjcu6e-jo5FxBc-n1vFU6JlX4YrGYFQOS5valYXVFQFD_LoHQ/s1600/P1000375.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjvCS9-21UaLuwPCm-dpIriu0a8hEU20nXoqJn4VCHkdleJYW-jdGSRdFREwqHcEi-YtLLm8Oh7lPo2wORGb0AdEjcu6e-jo5FxBc-n1vFU6JlX4YrGYFQOS5valYXVFQFD_LoHQ/s400/P1000375.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612542546316913314" /></a><br />So we had lunch instead. We shared a bun called a 'beesting' which, being full of cream and covered in toffee, restored our junkfood levels back to normal.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixNPs7-GxyxVIV6zJqwuuySTIlAMY6VAjch7JOVU7TUUQnzATmvQ9jaicnObrtp1JXV10IVWKEx3O4zh1BScd9XDcqGV0IgPbvhQqbefMd95uHOF-TD2HTHCeJDoX88cDBCG5cmA/s1600/DSC00362.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixNPs7-GxyxVIV6zJqwuuySTIlAMY6VAjch7JOVU7TUUQnzATmvQ9jaicnObrtp1JXV10IVWKEx3O4zh1BScd9XDcqGV0IgPbvhQqbefMd95uHOF-TD2HTHCeJDoX88cDBCG5cmA/s400/DSC00362.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612542542898376418" /></a><br />The store is wonderful and a proper little tourist-trap; it sells local groceries, speciality foods (it has a stand of English goods), quality toys and non-tat souvenirs. In the adjoining courtyard there are other small arts-and-crafts type shops; really nice to look around. The temperature was up to 17°C - practically scorchio!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548646.post-80981743599344091852011-05-30T16:12:00.009+01:002011-06-02T18:43:49.748+01:00On the road again<strong>8th May: Day 9</strong><br /><br />Today we left Tofino in brilliant sunshine to drive back the way we came to Parksville for a three-night stay. The sky was a clear blue and the sunshine was bright, which made the drive very pleasant. The road that had appeared to be downhill all the way didn't seem to be particularly uphill on the return - it seems hard to believe it was an optical illusion,but either that or this little car has a much more powerful engine than we thought. It was a shame that we had a few cars behind us so we couldn't stop and take photos, especially when Ned suddenly shouted "Bear!!". There it was, just on the other side of the concrete barrier at the side of the road. As the road is single carriageway, stopping to take a picture probably wasn't a good idea! But we were thrilled to have seen a real live wild black bear.<br /><br />When we drove through the snowy area we did stop to take pictures:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKV-YQKaZXqslaIDYXXwPl0ElekeFSCyRKSVzUKkGfvCCkC14cGvM2UazW-HXgAn6Y88UfY-cfhNUQLSibwWdnhyphenhyphensQFK7dACnBPoOly7LsPgjAULc7qIw-paEGo3VmPCacpAka5A/s1600/DSC00349.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKV-YQKaZXqslaIDYXXwPl0ElekeFSCyRKSVzUKkGfvCCkC14cGvM2UazW-HXgAn6Y88UfY-cfhNUQLSibwWdnhyphenhyphensQFK7dACnBPoOly7LsPgjAULc7qIw-paEGo3VmPCacpAka5A/s400/DSC00349.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612530027418301410" /></a><br />but the snow was very crystalline and a bit rubbish for snowballs which is why the one I threw at Ned fell apart in mid-air.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEaZhRopWxP2pyki3QeDNASNkDj2ksXRvSIBD41jh_wnLWFwQ2XDxw6LjedVAil_YZ3Gp72JEAix1Zyxqua8SHGu4qesguqaHpXwhMwbO8r9gatiMv8PxqAj54pqvMWAWopNUDig/s1600/P1000369.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEaZhRopWxP2pyki3QeDNASNkDj2ksXRvSIBD41jh_wnLWFwQ2XDxw6LjedVAil_YZ3Gp72JEAix1Zyxqua8SHGu4qesguqaHpXwhMwbO8r9gatiMv8PxqAj54pqvMWAWopNUDig/s400/P1000369.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612530028942747474" /></a><br />Then we saw some poo on the snow; being in the middle of nowhere it was unlikely to be dog poo, but it definitely looked like carnivore poo. We got back into the car.<br /><br />We found the <a href="http://www.tigh-na-mara.com/">Tigh-na-Mara</a> hotel without a problem; our room here is amazing! There are a lot of little log cabins in the grounds, but we have a 'suite' on the top of a three-storey log cabin block. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwT72z8_-dL-ff0NpJAKhbJZya8TywZFz4uCNT80O2DBP34LGv9ySlbMm_4XUEV2mOaUVAQpXseAe7NJCNArqnmwLkrv32Y0QSsjBYj7v5ep8AvA5GEJdAs57Ot01CkLugTdJYHA/s1600/DSC00367.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwT72z8_-dL-ff0NpJAKhbJZya8TywZFz4uCNT80O2DBP34LGv9ySlbMm_4XUEV2mOaUVAQpXseAe7NJCNArqnmwLkrv32Y0QSsjBYj7v5ep8AvA5GEJdAs57Ot01CkLugTdJYHA/s400/DSC00367.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612535944120972754" /></a><br />(It only looks two-story but it's on a slope and the ground floor is lower than ground level, if you see what I mean.)<br />We have a sitting-room with a log-effect gas fire, a fully-fitted kitchen as well as a beautiful bedroom. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMFl0v64etNORxsObXNKiBK9sbqDzk2D3f96mjb5pMWUKty3xWL1gSD-pkK7e239eqT9DhufE79dNzrtHvMllTrx68c1dnGjdFtOh9Ta6QcOk4nYm1Bm6E_rTF0RvWhRR9L3Njog/s1600/P1000372.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMFl0v64etNORxsObXNKiBK9sbqDzk2D3f96mjb5pMWUKty3xWL1gSD-pkK7e239eqT9DhufE79dNzrtHvMllTrx68c1dnGjdFtOh9Ta6QcOk4nYm1Bm6E_rTF0RvWhRR9L3Njog/s400/P1000372.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612532514438414818" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu7uVsHX7D5tXZNnvdNBjriVO3G8iULEJ02d8vu31CEe7qYC7r-TQRhTw0X8_vsi_tUKtYCI5mDozpzcsDAmHcPRUj0_rr-KL85JK_8M5e0YMondW8dq7_xcIu6wDqZImXq2ampQ/s1600/DSC00354.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu7uVsHX7D5tXZNnvdNBjriVO3G8iULEJ02d8vu31CEe7qYC7r-TQRhTw0X8_vsi_tUKtYCI5mDozpzcsDAmHcPRUj0_rr-KL85JK_8M5e0YMondW8dq7_xcIu6wDqZImXq2ampQ/s400/DSC00354.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612532504115429442" /></a><br />And a terrific view from the balcony.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkO5PJy06gM6cNU2iWra6sDgjOBFwkEYE1aBws1XiL1gNOFBrheFo1_s2pRCggiM0NnCaEvJ3qfpGbb_E_Rnfn5keQmAMwHL2XieJ_oRuJ16IR2xdfJFe51WebQib3SJ0gwddTNQ/s1600/P1000370.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkO5PJy06gM6cNU2iWra6sDgjOBFwkEYE1aBws1XiL1gNOFBrheFo1_s2pRCggiM0NnCaEvJ3qfpGbb_E_Rnfn5keQmAMwHL2XieJ_oRuJ16IR2xdfJFe51WebQib3SJ0gwddTNQ/s400/P1000370.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612534629552613906" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUJ3huCufaJ784Oj7s-Lt9y76oGVc9eNWGSJ3iYlRHfPFdsEZ_PAEMe50WXdF1hvdXsQsbTUtDLDyVu1YZfstLq3gdpspY-w3l9c4ed2AJ_TOPy3jDm7leRZR_ESNqbYn78nOgZA/s1600/DSC00352.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUJ3huCufaJ784Oj7s-Lt9y76oGVc9eNWGSJ3iYlRHfPFdsEZ_PAEMe50WXdF1hvdXsQsbTUtDLDyVu1YZfstLq3gdpspY-w3l9c4ed2AJ_TOPy3jDm7leRZR_ESNqbYn78nOgZA/s400/DSC00352.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612534618053244626" /></a><br /><br />Canadian TV is strange; there's no discernible moment when an advert break begins or ends, and with some programmes that can lead to great confusion!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548646.post-37300491951128032492011-05-29T15:58:00.014+01:002011-06-01T09:53:32.301+01:00He bravely turned his tail and fled<strong>7th May: Day 8</strong><br /><br />The weather being rather better today we decided to explore a bit of the Pacific Rim National Park. The coastline is wonderfully rugged and unspoilt, and has marvellous long sandy beaches with trees coming right down to the shore. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE-WZlM2zJQg1SpKVGsoA7EHIiep2sZR1_TY-xonryIiIT97feUDhQ3eImv4ps6Tfyzv_uymt8yTfgXVjHtBerKTSoV9DN6pqDzgIhaGwI0Hi5BkUO-dznRsNmPHDzubBmlTkc4A/s1600/DSC00331.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE-WZlM2zJQg1SpKVGsoA7EHIiep2sZR1_TY-xonryIiIT97feUDhQ3eImv4ps6Tfyzv_uymt8yTfgXVjHtBerKTSoV9DN6pqDzgIhaGwI0Hi5BkUO-dznRsNmPHDzubBmlTkc4A/s400/DSC00331.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612161601094436642" /></a><br /><br />The driftwood is rather different to what we're used to seeing ...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq99IV5JBRKNgnSeVIzXQuuEvQkTLHO_KgfvZ_xKu-YK7xUGI2tGS6Rk0xe37Lfo9F-mm9uDEvm9mUO4MU67NoaMcOgsiueu4Xobi-taRcdQgzX4JmF4ZbWSlX2VYKOM5J2oaDTw/s1600/Canada+Driftwood.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq99IV5JBRKNgnSeVIzXQuuEvQkTLHO_KgfvZ_xKu-YK7xUGI2tGS6Rk0xe37Lfo9F-mm9uDEvm9mUO4MU67NoaMcOgsiueu4Xobi-taRcdQgzX4JmF4ZbWSlX2VYKOM5J2oaDTw/s400/Canada+Driftwood.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612157152598549346" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxSy7Et6TWz7jHxu7HQbXPz6r2YDlYrtsbzI9w8tgpET2xwSxLgDUEagqXDpPjkC6Qe9UxheA-nKJ_b05PigUj5_nPMk5zRHQ4dcCStjWHVOKKf6TEBywKRWe3BG7EL14v63B6ig/s1600/DSC00336.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxSy7Et6TWz7jHxu7HQbXPz6r2YDlYrtsbzI9w8tgpET2xwSxLgDUEagqXDpPjkC6Qe9UxheA-nKJ_b05PigUj5_nPMk5zRHQ4dcCStjWHVOKKf6TEBywKRWe3BG7EL14v63B6ig/s400/DSC00336.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612159271898110978" /></a><br /><br /><br />We were discussing how the scenery looks just like in the movies, where bears come to the shore to feed - this got us briefly edgy, but we soon put it to the back of our minds. I don't know why we were so surprised to come across this notice:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKvV_o-IuacL6saqCzhGsNhDz4_pKxdgt_qWfFA0Z4rRQktNAc-cHiVsnt4UFxUpA5me2ydZc-nhHtj4-gY7I7Y2RosA4pJ_8cIV6ngNP_GG8GmZ_ORW922tGw5r71WZFmsJg6oQ/s1600/P1000349.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKvV_o-IuacL6saqCzhGsNhDz4_pKxdgt_qWfFA0Z4rRQktNAc-cHiVsnt4UFxUpA5me2ydZc-nhHtj4-gY7I7Y2RosA4pJ_8cIV6ngNP_GG8GmZ_ORW922tGw5r71WZFmsJg6oQ/s400/P1000349.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612159277579951186" /></a><br /><br />We decided that the onward path didn't look as interesting as we'd first thought, and that retracing our steps looked the much nicer option. Later that evening at dinner we were told that bears (and cougars! Nobody mentioned cougars!) quite often stroll across the grass just outside the rooms. It’d be wonderful to see one, but not meet one face to face outdoors! I'd be very nervous if we were at the campsite a couple of hundred yards away.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjNlYbjzETaZZhB5j1wT_jYghXPwQO55Q7TlRSEebwhB31GFAHMctOg8_e9QAVkf1azX0yQeKxu9Xv9JYQll9sUE-HEqwYUpaUyPfxnpPlpB3A-rLMnyU-C_bTOC5_7A9EMul3GQ/s1600/Canada+Totem+pole.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjNlYbjzETaZZhB5j1wT_jYghXPwQO55Q7TlRSEebwhB31GFAHMctOg8_e9QAVkf1azX0yQeKxu9Xv9JYQll9sUE-HEqwYUpaUyPfxnpPlpB3A-rLMnyU-C_bTOC5_7A9EMul3GQ/s400/Canada+Totem+pole.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612165934903064594" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyrqz-NrWqdrZwpK_Xyrzm0y9AW9cYmnrAawQl4UJLB7PFNfwoYiRdNNNeK1UzfaFtWxCo8S9haxOIj8aJ8LpNWzJJZVzLBB5l1fShdFtJPfHG6W0kGmvr-nDjkRXHRfbgF6M5bA/s1600/DSC00338.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyrqz-NrWqdrZwpK_Xyrzm0y9AW9cYmnrAawQl4UJLB7PFNfwoYiRdNNNeK1UzfaFtWxCo8S9haxOIj8aJ8LpNWzJJZVzLBB5l1fShdFtJPfHG6W0kGmvr-nDjkRXHRfbgF6M5bA/s400/DSC00338.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612171109453456386" /></a><br /><br />Later on we paddled in the Pacific - well you have to, don't you? - goodness it was cold! But quite nice once your feet and ankles had gone numb.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt-foz_-x1__BYHhQ5AeM85YzdxfHMtHOFHh-vjO12gYN97wppsXwZwQvfnJcc6Q7lmn7nCbuy5UXk9byIy5bCxu3S7DarI9mPS_NvMMnzwm74H8HpAcALbCVM-l8cCHe-WLYInw/s1600/Canada+Paddling+1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt-foz_-x1__BYHhQ5AeM85YzdxfHMtHOFHh-vjO12gYN97wppsXwZwQvfnJcc6Q7lmn7nCbuy5UXk9byIy5bCxu3S7DarI9mPS_NvMMnzwm74H8HpAcALbCVM-l8cCHe-WLYInw/s400/Canada+Paddling+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612161593512535794" /></a><br /><br />An Englishman Abroad<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxhzGMEkG25xgNBsTC9ZebEMCLW2RImWp829qlKtx9OPjg2NOiVAbkjyxYQ_26TD4_Q-omtvWPsRVJ1pcMipeW01K3PZ32tSL98F02gGFDduRuSNMxCYms8X0Ox6CfB3CJPTQMrQ/s1600/Canada+Paddling+2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxhzGMEkG25xgNBsTC9ZebEMCLW2RImWp829qlKtx9OPjg2NOiVAbkjyxYQ_26TD4_Q-omtvWPsRVJ1pcMipeW01K3PZ32tSL98F02gGFDduRuSNMxCYms8X0Ox6CfB3CJPTQMrQ/s400/Canada+Paddling+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612161586843531202" /></a><br /><br />Driving back we spotted this sign. Hurrah!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnEDjvV4me7ed5FI7WXCGP130pB_-QzkowA1qK3X9sO3zpCAd5jUD5XLjoXgRrwi49cybnt9b3kmsdIoOomQiYcYLmrEQx5Yak0VFyatlUO3etQfJ6Hty_vQnjxkUKjLa49EAtOg/s1600/DSC00339.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnEDjvV4me7ed5FI7WXCGP130pB_-QzkowA1qK3X9sO3zpCAd5jUD5XLjoXgRrwi49cybnt9b3kmsdIoOomQiYcYLmrEQx5Yak0VFyatlUO3etQfJ6Hty_vQnjxkUKjLa49EAtOg/s400/DSC00339.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612172434079666194" /></a><br /><br />One minor mishap occurred when, although teabags were provided there was no kettle, only a coffee-maker. Obviously a coffee-maker doesn't get the water nearly hot enough to make tea, and a request at reception soon resulted in a kettle being provided. Who'd have thought that Pyrex mugs wouldn't cope with boiling water? As he tea was brewing one went "pop" and neatly broke in half, pouring scalding tea over the floor. When we reported the breakage to the management we were told that using a teapot might be a good idea. We agreed - but what a shame we didn't have one!<br /><br />What a beautiful spot.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb6UuVmVF75gWdApluZwGbDrWerhos0bYot8gJm6kaUBdDaIB1YWpqgv1INrR1krYDTkH9rJhIZe7UO9l6mecStIyVNRLnp2c_Gqeh2nStKLnNq-1dErrtYugolBr2IEBu5c1EUA/s1600/Canada+Sunset.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb6UuVmVF75gWdApluZwGbDrWerhos0bYot8gJm6kaUBdDaIB1YWpqgv1INrR1krYDTkH9rJhIZe7UO9l6mecStIyVNRLnp2c_Gqeh2nStKLnNq-1dErrtYugolBr2IEBu5c1EUA/s400/Canada+Sunset.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612165926051797890" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548646.post-18452677210242089672011-05-28T15:21:00.016+01:002011-05-31T20:48:57.189+01:00Where the whale-fishes blow<strong>6th May; Day 7</strong><br /><br />This hotel, the <a href="http://www.tinwis.com/">Tin Wis</a> (the name means 'Calm Waters', apparently) is different again from the others where we've stayed. It's mainly a two-storey building; our room is on the ground floor, with sliding doors onto a patio, from where you walk across an area of lawn to a beautiful Pacific beach.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUXR1E7iXSgawSTtIrUSTyhoV2jaYrvTnd4TzrwZ6LcAXW37bmiXliOADDkEAffe7kSh_13Sa6QW_8rYtF0jhD_ksn-ukLde01Bke-DmyxNR_btJb0Qj93PgWSrftLWkQnrM95ew/s1600/DSC00343.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUXR1E7iXSgawSTtIrUSTyhoV2jaYrvTnd4TzrwZ6LcAXW37bmiXliOADDkEAffe7kSh_13Sa6QW_8rYtF0jhD_ksn-ukLde01Bke-DmyxNR_btJb0Qj93PgWSrftLWkQnrM95ew/s400/DSC00343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612940574111751570" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZJ2dXJ93Qk_Nj763GIQdQvxGEmAn2wOO2ZQ2Xb9TtYR5hSL58va8bpMCMa-Btnx6ynKm9H34VnRH9HATf4lKtQOXMoHYeqf7dYztkbqtos7hcppFmEfn6V-VEmvu-HH7am3OWCg/s1600/P1000367.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZJ2dXJ93Qk_Nj763GIQdQvxGEmAn2wOO2ZQ2Xb9TtYR5hSL58va8bpMCMa-Btnx6ynKm9H34VnRH9HATf4lKtQOXMoHYeqf7dYztkbqtos7hcppFmEfn6V-VEmvu-HH7am3OWCg/s400/P1000367.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611773689718839858" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg5Lw1SbNH88L4O48yf3KjTMCHGwA2vEP1u_ySB0QCRJIYZphbEMt4Y0WZkVcQyykjH_T-JTP8qyowVHC-y-14gS3hF98di59KV0yB_SXoqXeKvE2Fo1zWCgFREM1v82mWZuKH5A/s1600/P1000315.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg5Lw1SbNH88L4O48yf3KjTMCHGwA2vEP1u_ySB0QCRJIYZphbEMt4Y0WZkVcQyykjH_T-JTP8qyowVHC-y-14gS3hF98di59KV0yB_SXoqXeKvE2Fo1zWCgFREM1v82mWZuKH5A/s400/P1000315.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611773681682221394" /></a><br /><br />Today was disappointingly wet, but that didn't deter us from doing one of the activities we'd been looking forward to; whale-watching. <br /><br />Brrr!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWRmF8MCWpmnyJrC-BDwC2RmQ1rw6IemEQW3XpoE3xKkKqf5ALSTOncE0ybgA7e-G21-gB1wMiq0iichWqxcbg-sLA7Uyba_kYsE-gt4HxkEnDwzTJrP4p4XOhVTES_gXtBeX05g/s1600/DSC00307.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWRmF8MCWpmnyJrC-BDwC2RmQ1rw6IemEQW3XpoE3xKkKqf5ALSTOncE0ybgA7e-G21-gB1wMiq0iichWqxcbg-sLA7Uyba_kYsE-gt4HxkEnDwzTJrP4p4XOhVTES_gXtBeX05g/s400/DSC00307.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612173538937548034" /></a><br /><br />There were only seven of us as paying customers on board a small vessel, and it was a good thing that Ned and I are both pretty good sailors because there was quite a lot of swell, and we would otherwise have been as miserable as the poor Japanese couple who spent the whole of the 3½ hour trip below decks enduring all the phases of seasickness known to man, and couldn't raise their heads to see anything. Ned did wonder whether they were overcome at the sight of all that food not being harpooned, but gave them the benefit of the doubt.<br /><br />We up above in the fresh air were treated to a display of a group of three humpback whales blowing and banging their tail flukes on the surface, and another in the distance (too far for a photo) breaching.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgULupB1WllJEuVUhyphenhyphenLKbh4x55e0JjdpmHrDIr1EOO74SBAK0v1BxvXR5B25xVOJFfSKZCHHSm3iqLMSWyIZsX_DQFJGsJIY-rPFS6WZX6nTotRqH1CLcIJzJwaa0Jd7YZM9D_QeQ/s1600/whales+1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgULupB1WllJEuVUhyphenhyphenLKbh4x55e0JjdpmHrDIr1EOO74SBAK0v1BxvXR5B25xVOJFfSKZCHHSm3iqLMSWyIZsX_DQFJGsJIY-rPFS6WZX6nTotRqH1CLcIJzJwaa0Jd7YZM9D_QeQ/s400/whales+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611778750376269682" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPlwWUnrWL7C4FMT0AbFYM3Qf4QnLeEnNYUlHXcYTBiEgasTNYTCZ-gmd8ozpfM6dzBT2JzZhgdZ4IKbQxt15RWFV4yymbqI8rxUJ76d2GKTHJWKuGcsdqoJPcZiArKpCV0zcT1A/s1600/Canada+Whales+3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPlwWUnrWL7C4FMT0AbFYM3Qf4QnLeEnNYUlHXcYTBiEgasTNYTCZ-gmd8ozpfM6dzBT2JzZhgdZ4IKbQxt15RWFV4yymbqI8rxUJ76d2GKTHJWKuGcsdqoJPcZiArKpCV0zcT1A/s400/Canada+Whales+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611879620754552450" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHLZcEu-Usdbz3LKz-WAjJLq8y6sqIBOPWRu1F74AuSOZOhkbuemiqk-6n_Hg7TX7nHDVKXjTaIfq0B-AYL2mLxIJjGZRXABuWK_VeRB1F6W1VQZUw9-PnDLcmO8bNtamxkeSELQ/s1600/Canada+Whales+2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHLZcEu-Usdbz3LKz-WAjJLq8y6sqIBOPWRu1F74AuSOZOhkbuemiqk-6n_Hg7TX7nHDVKXjTaIfq0B-AYL2mLxIJjGZRXABuWK_VeRB1F6W1VQZUw9-PnDLcmO8bNtamxkeSELQ/s400/Canada+Whales+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611882354132561378" /></a><br /><br />It was such a thrill - the rule is that boats aren't allowed to go within a certain distance of the whales, but of course nobody's told the whales. Towards the end there were two, swimming side by side directly towards us, then they dived about 100 yards away. I was waiting for their tails to appear for an amazing picture but sadly they didn't. By crikey, it was cold! With all the excitement of actually seeing these beasts we didn't really notice the wet and the chill, but when we were returning to Tofino it really hit us, and I couldn't even put on my gloves because my hands had gone quite numb. On the way back we did a trip to see the sealions<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjfbRJCURbN78V1jSRXxgTHdFHpV5jarlpf1remOmA_gxOJ87bSYAhR2s7zu9nOvBn_r5z6WGVSp9_yqcE-Q7CWhxnRv3MP3sWoPu1HS5w2oYukxESVjdMc6qPd9L1tPSINu9DQg/s1600/Canada+sealions.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjfbRJCURbN78V1jSRXxgTHdFHpV5jarlpf1remOmA_gxOJ87bSYAhR2s7zu9nOvBn_r5z6WGVSp9_yqcE-Q7CWhxnRv3MP3sWoPu1HS5w2oYukxESVjdMc6qPd9L1tPSINu9DQg/s400/Canada+sealions.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611883224591941106" /></a><br /><br />but by then all I really wanted was a hot bath and to be able to feel my blood circulating again. Despite that we wouldn't have missed it for the world.<br /><br />(And when we got back to the hotel there was an email telling me that Daisy-pup had passed her hearing test, so was ours!)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548646.post-89994811609982848222011-05-28T13:53:00.012+01:002011-05-30T18:52:44.026+01:00Over the hills and far away<strong>5th May: day 6</strong><br /><br />Today we left Victoria on the longest leg of the driving - about 200 miles to Tofino on on the Pacific coast. And it was the first journey where we failed to get lost! The scenery was amazing; towering pines, mountains, rushing rivers.<br /> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu3XfDOlrWgStz4ORnJx69g5yGRA6AA99gdRkzgfy1r5CclS9MOsIKkwXDJutNahirt3iyC8UmabPQlZ4l7HNFVz-BxyMOB_hSkbb1erwh9XoB7G3Vu-EFcdARMWsOJxnd8dK1Jw/s1600/P1000313.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu3XfDOlrWgStz4ORnJx69g5yGRA6AA99gdRkzgfy1r5CclS9MOsIKkwXDJutNahirt3iyC8UmabPQlZ4l7HNFVz-BxyMOB_hSkbb1erwh9XoB7G3Vu-EFcdARMWsOJxnd8dK1Jw/s400/P1000313.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611755331037934066" /></a><br /><br />We stopped for a break about halfway along the route at Cathedral Grove, an area of original forest with Douglas firs and hemlocks, some of which are 800 years old.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1vVjGgSx_ACGxJthLGOyLPk5E0c4n4XOwyJWsY9Wclyp6QCdRMzmWnbmzvJ6Tpz5iIDMXOlRCLbWan2lHrb3VfXi3Xy8IL3WAQ4S977E9qCKPXOgM6Cxopb9ND2v9fDEA9IZPfg/s1600/DSC00289.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1vVjGgSx_ACGxJthLGOyLPk5E0c4n4XOwyJWsY9Wclyp6QCdRMzmWnbmzvJ6Tpz5iIDMXOlRCLbWan2lHrb3VfXi3Xy8IL3WAQ4S977E9qCKPXOgM6Cxopb9ND2v9fDEA9IZPfg/s400/DSC00289.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611753210084589874" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSY2qY5hmpj7yjR27Lx8qETciaJFKXhJS2NDSAZ2BdiRXLrVCeg9QXDJcEfMtl_nCYuyViGCm5_EJPATyKcnqq-I_aBgg10maW6oAG0oOI5fSatsp5KcYtuZ-oYuOuIPd0DjAn7w/s1600/DSC00294.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSY2qY5hmpj7yjR27Lx8qETciaJFKXhJS2NDSAZ2BdiRXLrVCeg9QXDJcEfMtl_nCYuyViGCm5_EJPATyKcnqq-I_aBgg10maW6oAG0oOI5fSatsp5KcYtuZ-oYuOuIPd0DjAn7w/s400/DSC00294.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611753203101524594" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFnxkRvvNOVhrF510Dlv3yICWcXlF39F8mtVZlCszgJBS126WQKvlIA7TiUODHFTR3RW9sKBMdzFCAfZjT5NACwLKND982plk8pqDNZgw0dAF9qOvIykmulMg9wgfpzPMdSWjDcA/s1600/P1000310.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFnxkRvvNOVhrF510Dlv3yICWcXlF39F8mtVZlCszgJBS126WQKvlIA7TiUODHFTR3RW9sKBMdzFCAfZjT5NACwLKND982plk8pqDNZgw0dAF9qOvIykmulMg9wgfpzPMdSWjDcA/s400/P1000310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611753212576270690" /></a><br /><br />They were fantastic; and many of the trees were covered in moss, looking as though they were furry. Fir trees looking like fur trees!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrEHlBA5TaUtQcQS5vcl26cG4wn7Hqq6gGmvrFq8szvApy5c7ED9UfYETnaDMvcyFSIBiwpNGnPI31W0a4o2Oy-vNBpsKF7-CIIfjbXFnDm8IxXXXtkDdMcu86wjPuTimWdqj1AQ/s1600/P1000311.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrEHlBA5TaUtQcQS5vcl26cG4wn7Hqq6gGmvrFq8szvApy5c7ED9UfYETnaDMvcyFSIBiwpNGnPI31W0a4o2Oy-vNBpsKF7-CIIfjbXFnDm8IxXXXtkDdMcu86wjPuTimWdqj1AQ/s400/P1000311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611755327490537410" /></a><br /><br />The second half of the drive seemed endless. And it was odd because we'd started at sea level in Victoria and didn't seem to climb particularly high, but on this leg we seemed to be travelling downhill all the way, even after passing a lake which, according to the map, was tidal. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSph3XJfncn9TNZhcaDohR2Su9mZ4Ac85XwSb7dS8AwIZOnEX2ev-S8HDAXAcwSk42v0QSYLiQmo6GVSnR8Fbk2yHPXeZXOMCG2_dsL6Kk-S7MGsweBzsLdYV3VzCbI-jiKnRfJg/s1600/DSC00301.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSph3XJfncn9TNZhcaDohR2Su9mZ4Ac85XwSb7dS8AwIZOnEX2ev-S8HDAXAcwSk42v0QSYLiQmo6GVSnR8Fbk2yHPXeZXOMCG2_dsL6Kk-S7MGsweBzsLdYV3VzCbI-jiKnRfJg/s400/DSC00301.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612500217811493826" /></a><br /><br />Still we descended. This poor little car (a Kia Soul) will struggle on the way back because then of course it'll be <em>up</em>hill all the way! At least it's not a busy road.<br /><br />We were surprised to drive through an area where there was still snow on the ground.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIeVmwblQAHdjxeR8xJ9FamIpy7EiykgPXtuNcbQ8AF6HQ-YkDPpEPTWGBhZUvRNFW2vYjayKq-QXrik-Jih3xxZM0Iq8s6L9VpYDp4uznq93yrmSGThxu4PESudWw41RZDjblyw/s1600/DSC00300.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIeVmwblQAHdjxeR8xJ9FamIpy7EiykgPXtuNcbQ8AF6HQ-YkDPpEPTWGBhZUvRNFW2vYjayKq-QXrik-Jih3xxZM0Iq8s6L9VpYDp4uznq93yrmSGThxu4PESudWw41RZDjblyw/s400/DSC00300.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612500212529501842" /></a><br />We'd heard it's been an appalling spring out here but didn't realise it was this bad.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0