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Just another day in the life

A couple hour drive away and we were at Stonehenge. Along the way I learned more about traffic laws and observed again the remarkable number of ‘luxury’ brand automobiles and Fords. Leasing has become very popular here so all the cars are ‘fancy’ Jaguars, Audi, Mercedes, Renault, BMW, etc rule the roadways.

There are cameras that tag your plates so if you make it from highway entrance to exit too quickly you can get a ticket.

Nigel had arranged us to have audio tour gadgets so we hopped the shuttle and once off we were able to wander and press a button every time we wanted to hear what was to play about that angle. It was amazingly informative and easy to ramble about and listen, taking pictures as we wanted.

the day was spectacular and every few feet provided a new angle/view. I wish I could remember all I learned to share but the main point was…. it wasn’t the Druids. It may have been my cheeky friends however.

People were asking to take pictures of Sackboy and Linda took a pic of a man taking a pic of me taking a pic of a Sackboy! He has become quite the sensation

The volunteers were lovely to take pictures for us

We returned the favour to others along the way including a nice lady from Michigan, my son-in-laws home state who took ours first

We decided to walk back down through the field and were part way there when I remembered I’d brought my Mug from The Tin Woman to take a picture with. I decided it was an unimpressed Wookiee moment. Nigel was my lovely assistant for the shot.

It was at this point we realized there had been an earthquake and Vancouver Island was gone from my pack!

Linda and I see faces in everything apparently

Back at the interpretation centre we decided to eat before exploring. Delicious and followed by waffle cones, mmmmmm

Wandered about the replica estimated village for builders and then into the interpretation centre which was lovely

I of course bought two books. Pop ups of Stonehenge and London. The money is quite lovely.

We wound our way back through the countryside with the top down and stopped local to pick up Chinese takeaway. They had never seen ‘Babe’ and wondered why I was making strange sounds at the sheep earlier so we watched it before bed.

it has not been an easy day due to something back home but I couldn’t be with more supportive, kind people. I shall miss them desperately

Linda and I had made a plan to royally relax this morning and then just she and I were to head into London to give Nigel a break and not drag him to shop nor see Fame, off-off Broadway

I awoke to Mr Magpie and enjoyed the sounds of the Hearndens puttering about as I blogged the day before. Breakfast was Hula Hoops and Pain au chocolat

Finally my self was ready and Nigel drove us to the train for what became a most awesome adventure.

First stop was to the Crypt to release my book I’d finished. Bookcrossing.com is a site I enjoy to record and set books free. Hopefully someone will find it and go to the site to record the travels. We also found a side room with some interesting tributes.

From there we headed to one of two intended stops (LEGO and Pandora)

My son-in-law, Ken would love this

And I would love this for my pop-up collection

I really wanted specific characters out of the grab bag deal so the staff worked hard to find me all three.

We left the store and there was a gorgeous art display on the security blocks

I suddenly remembered we hadn’t allowed Sackboy to play LEGO so we went back (Linda is truly a good sport) and it turned out to be one of the highlights of the day. Two of the employees were Canadian and jumped in to the fun

They sent us towards Hamleys toy store to find the Royal Guard figure I wanted

Strolling along Carnaby St I glanced and thought oh isn’t that cute, wait, omg that’s the amazing shoe store I saw online!! I’d searched for the best shoe stores in London and it was high on the list. It was a brutal decision but yes I have two new pair sold to me by the lovely Melanie

We continued on to the toy store of 5 levels….

Next to find food and the Theatre. Along the way we passed the grand opening of newest Hard Rock. Couldn’t get them to tell us who the musical guests were

We passed a Pandora shop and I managed to get the two charms I wanted

We set on dinner around corner from Theatre at The Delaunay Counter. A delicious fondue. It was lovely. Highly recommend

Off to see Fame, there was a lot of press and we didn’t know the subjects of the paparazzi but it was a buzz. Got hit on by lovely woman selling programs. Show was good but clearly opened last night. Needs polishing. A couple of outstanding performances though. Look forward to the reviews. We were 5th row centre and there was no one beside or in front of me. Was nice to be able to see. During intermission a tall couple in row in front moved over in front of me. I asked nicely if they could stay in their seats as I am short and she tried to convince him to move but no… sigh.

And in this continued saga of Loos unlike any others, these really took the cake..

We walked back to Charing Cross Station and Nigel met us at Orpington Station to avoid the bus once again

It was an odd and wonderful day

binary code on t-shirt says LEGO

Only a shame Nigel wasn’t there to share in the laughter! He did plan Stonehenge for tomorrow though !

The day began this early….

Left out of Ebbsfleet station which Nigel drove to. We were there before the shop opened, so waited to pick up snacks for breakfast. Passed through customs where the lovely guard stamped my passport as it was my first entry to France. Grabbed a double Americano, yes 4 shots to get the day going. Started to get excited out on the platform.

Settled in, read and slept. Had to clear my ears when we came out of the Chunnel and then we were at Gare du Nord, Paris!

We had decided the night before that the Big Bus Hop-On, Hop-Off was the way to go and bought our tickets in advance for 20% saving. So glad we booked it and the cruise part. By the end of the day we had covered the Red and Blue roots in their entirety!

Everything in oneIf it weren’t for the neighbours first Canadians we met today. I scared her when I approached from behind as they’d already had a pickpocket experience. I do seem to be a Canadian magnet which is great fun.

We circled round about the city so the pictures are going to seem out of order but they are just from the next time we passed by or from my camera vs iPhone. We have had several running jokes, one being that everything is under renovation. As it happens the same is occurring in a Paris. Often I was heard saying ‘oh, the scaffolding!’

Next was a loop past The Louvre and Arc de Triomphe. That circle was far busier than it appears in my video

Next was our first view of La Seine and a route over and along and back which included our first views of the fire damage and rebuild of Notre Dame Cathedral

It is a grand city. And I loved the very jaunty Charles de Gaulle strolling by

Our first but FAR from last view of the Eiffel Tower. We caught wedding photos which is common I’m sure

And up we go! It is hard to make light of all the security we have had to go through on these day trips. Heightened security in major cities seems to just be a thing now. I was aware all day that it was 9-11 as well. The possible threat of the day sat in the background like an uninvited guest. I did entertain many a guard including the one at the loo (yep, the washrooms) when they had to search my bag only to open it to a Wookiee staring at them. Leaving smiles round the globe, that’s my job

I was not anticipating the affect of all the modes of travel, lack of sleep, change in elevation etc on my concussed brain. I soon began to feel/look like a drunk Canadian in Paris as my swishy brain took over. It was only one glass of champagne bought at the summit, honestly!

Worked our way down after purchasing my shot glass up top and wandered over to the cruise dock (first some Hearnden fun photos)

And now back to regular programming

Make a wish with your eyes closed as you go under as this is the luckiest bridge in Paris

Did I mention we saw the Eiffel Tower? Stopped for a bite along the Seine. I had St Jacque Scallops. We met a Canadian visiting her brother and kept running into them after that

Back on the bus to get close enough to walk to the square at The Louvre. I did manage to capture Rodan’s The Thinker as we went by. (Well the best bit anyway)

These ladies were along with us a lot of the way. They were equally as excited as I was about ‘having a wee’ atop the Eiffel Tower

We got back on the bus again and drove the last of the Blue line which began with a man (Napoleon) on a green stick and went through the racier parts of town that were followed by the wedding shops lol

the system of Take and Go scooters, motor and petal bikes is brilliant

Once back at the station, we purchased smackerels for the ride, assisted an older lady who’d lost her iPad and couldn’t speak French (poor dear was looking for lost and found, dare say it’s lost), paid to pee in another country and settled to wait for the train.

The border crossing left me in a different lane but we ended at the end together and once again I was allowed a lovely stamp.

It was a very quiet ride for the three of us and straight into the sack once we got home.

Of all the pictures Linda dropped to me this is the one from the other day in the Sky Garden that I love the most. I can feel my sadness of the beautiful city thrown into heightened alert due to outside forces spreading fear with random attacks in populated spaces. Having felt the same in Paris and spent time remembering 9-11 today, I am grateful to be a Canadian but wonder how long our false sense of security will last on this Little Big Planet

Up and off to get the bus and train into London on another lovely morning.

I convinced Linda to do a little day drinking on the train

First trip on the tube (underground) as well. Linda had booked us free tickets to go up the sky garden also known as the cheese grater due to its shape and we were able to look over all of London which stretched Beyond what you could see.

Another spot with high security

The Globe

Poor minions

While we were there Linda found out the Tower Bridge was to do a maintenance opening at noon. Neither of them had ever seen it open before either

Spiffy loos

I do like Hearnden fave candies

After there we walked past the monument to the London Fire and through the Borough Market which was amazing!

Very sad to see so many variations of barricades

Regular town pigeons

Made our way to The Globe Theatre where we took a lunch in and watched The Merry Wives of Windsor set in the 1930s. Some of it was hard to understand but what a production and it was a thrill to be in Shakespeare’s own theatre.

I once again bought books! How could I resist?

Next we walked along the Thames to cross on the Millennium Footbridge and head to a special tour just for the three of us.

Still think he looks a little like Gru

Nigel’s past workmate is now a government worker in the Foreign and Commonwealth Office. He was able to give us a very special tour including overlooking a special event and through a gate across the street of 10 Downing where reporters were waiting. There was much amazing but the deal was no pictures. He kindly took one of us In The Rule Britannia area but it is for our personal enjoyment only. This I will respect as it was such an honour to be inside. My senses were a bit rattled as I felt not all things that happen(ed) there were for the good of all humanity but that is the stuff of politics and history. We stood in places where much history has been made. Thank you Shashi.

Shashi walked us all the way to past the horse guard, St James Park, and Buckingham Palace to Victoria Station. He was a lovely tour guide and it was nice to seem him and Nigel catch up.

Curtains are bomb protection from flying glass

Looks like a Roots logo to me

these lovely ladies gaves us free flowers when we stopped at Waitrose for food to take home for dinner. It had been a long day and I am ever so grateful Claire came to pick us up at the station so we could avoid one more bus.

Mmmm crab

I have more to say but must sleep, for tomorrow we train to Paris!!

Awoke and thought ‘tut tut, looks like rain”. The pigeon brought a friend must keep small children in so they don’t get whisked away.

On our way to 100 Acre Wood, we got news that our friends from the Peru trip, that live in Manchester, had their baby today. So thrilled for Chris and Ruth & big sister Alice.

Love you and wish I could see you!

We passed through lovely, old Edenbridge where Nigel’s father grew up

And then! We were in the 100 Acre wood!

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/travel/destinations/europe/united-kingdom/articles/ashdown-forest-hundred-acre-wood/

Must see!

Oh the fun we had! 4 or 5 tries, Nigel always won, unless he was racing Sackboy. Chewie kept trying to insist he won but it wasn’t fair comparing parsecs to feet travelled.

People came along so we gave up our space at the bridge. a,omg the way back we spotted more homes in the woods

Next we headed to Pooh Corner in Hartfield for tea where I saw my first Cornish Pasty, had honey on Teddy Bear Toast and met a lovely chimney sweep! Ooooh and did I mention the Beatles?

Take home treasures

Next we headed over to Chartwell, home of Winston Churchill as I needed to purchase a hedgehog to bring home (because once you are collecting books, you may as well load up) and I wanted a keepsake to put in my garden and remember my visit to Bracknell. As we passed his home (not the Hedgehogs) the gates were opening and we got a peek

From ther…oh wait it’s a STOP sign! They do exist here!

Now there’s no stopping us. Belt up, arms inside!

Now we’ve arrived in ancient Chiddingstone, home of the ‘Chiding’ Stone and a gorgeous church that was open to wander with nary a person in site

Next was the stone. We travelled along a trail behind a school and threw back the balls that had escaped much to the joy of a young boy within the confines

Vanna was very helpful

Nicest way to say don’t litter

Love the paint

Nigel has worked in the left garden

I do love his car

Stopped for a bevie at The Castle Inn. This seemed Very authentic and the bartender, Richard was a delight. The two gentlemen in the pub took a guess that I was from Dublin and points beyond.

We wound our way home spotting The Wheatsheaves which I’ve visited back in BC and stopping to visit Nigel’s friend, Langley who was the most awesome English gunnit ever (gearhead, Motörhead, wrencher, hot rodder). I could have spent hours picking his brain and drooling over a garage or two full of Old old Fords and a range of Triumphs. He even sent me home with swag!

Wish I were part of the fun! https://www.detonatorscc.co.uk/

Stopped at Waitrose, the local version of a Superstore and first thing I see in the parking lot is a McLaren car which generally costs around $200,000 plus and it was parked along a path next to a shopping cart corral. I felt the driver truly didn’t deserve it….

First time I’ve seen a store with self check as you go, either with machine or app, and oh the cheese!

Home for a delicious dinner and to watch most of Christopher Robin until we were all done in and need to sleep for tomorrow’s adventures

No alarm this morning but didn’t sleep too late as I’d promised to make crepes. I got the batter made and got ready while it sat. We further discussed our time at the castle yesterday and the quirky tour of the cathedral. An interesting point was that King George VI insisted he be buried in soil so they had to create a place where he could be. He is there along with his wife Elizabeth and the ashes of Princess Margaret.

I enjoyed the corner that had Peru and Canada, the kettle with specific buttons, the eggs with individual date stamps, and the small apples and big raspberries.

We had great laughs as we made and ate crepes.

A tour of the property gave me a lesson about ‘Badgerland’ at the bottom where there is a protected area for them. They hope to encourage one up this evening but warn they have poor eyesight and can be vicious if cornered or threatened.

We all got ready to head to Emmetts Garden where Nigel volunteers. It’s a glorious day for the top down

We wandered around, enjoying the gardens and stopped for ice cream

The café is in an old stable, beautifully repurposed.

I spotted a family who’s daughter was wearing a Star Wars hat and showed her Chewie. There was a Monkey Puzzle tree near by and I told the three kids my brother and I used to play ‘pinch for a monkey tree’ whenever one of us spotted one. The father commented dryly that they had a tree in their yard – oops lol

We wandered through the playground area that included a lot of sticks to build camp with and interactive experiences. Particularly because of this marvelous list:

https://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/50-things-to-do

I popped my head in the teepee to see this, nearly died laughing.

Next mission was to find sheep… with tails

Nigel made (put together) these

Look at all the fun!

Heading back out to the local brewery

Nigel bought us a bevie and a snack and we sat in the sun and enjoyed the atmosphere. I tried the new Local whiskey. It was very nice.

I was slashed by a rose on the vine, don’t think I’ll be able to fly….. oooo look, a Triumph!

Along the way home we stopped for gas and I went in for antacids. I looked around and went to counter when I couldn’t find. I asked for that and got a blank stare and a “what?” “You know, Tums or Rolaids?””what?” Me pounding on chest “I have heartburn”” oh here you go – hope it goes away”

We stopped most of the way home and the ladies walked back while I took a few pictures of local sites.

Evening ended with a wonderful Sunday dinner, a Hot Air Balloon in the distance and a badger appearing outside the terrace

All in all a lovely summer day.

At the end of it all Linda sent me a bunch of shots of me off her camera lol. She’s been sneaky the last few days, but I do look like I am having fun!

After spending way too long trying to get everything posted last night it was 2:30 am so I turned out the lights and decided to finish in the morning. Glad I did as I barely had enough sleep to function and really wanted to be up and off according to plan. I’d had confirmation that my Jackie was doing better than I was lead to believe and that took the stress off from waiting for my phone to ring with bad news. Nigel and Linda are so incredibly kind and long suffering I can’t bear that I kept them waiting so long. I switched between getting ready and finishing the London blog although it was speedier with them helping me remember. At long last I met David and Nicola who I completely believed made up as they live here and I hadn’t met them yet.

David was gracious to offer options for end of day bevies…

Because I took so long we were running way behind but again my lovely friends leave me feeling that it is all as it should be. I seem to be fascinated with road signs and license plates. The car is registered when it is first licensed and that doesn’t change like at home where the plates belong to the owner more than the vehicle. I think the comment at one point was that it was like going through a drivers test with all my questions. It’s just a whole new world!

The whole way to Windsor we listened to the CD I purchased of Come From Away. Linda and I would have sat through a second showing it was so powerful.

By the time we arrived I over-ruled the park and walk for cheaper and said I’d pay for closer. (Time saver and I was wearing my cute red shoes I didn’t want to wear out). We did the parking lot crawl until a space opened and then had two hours to tour about. As it happened the main attractions were only open for the short time we had as there was a special event that evening and they were closing to the public to set up.

We wound our way up through Windsor and made our way in.

Paid up and bought a guidebook as I knew this would be whirlwind and went through screening as if flying out today. I suppose that’s the only way to check in your guests to your home when you are the Queen. It is strange to be gadding about on private property.

These are the slots to fire arrows through.

So much history and grandeur

Turn Up Your Volume!

We made it in time to have a tour inside the castle. I was sure from online that Victoria’s jewels were supposed to be there but no one knew about it.

The problem was I took my first picture and then was reminded I wasn’t allowed.

Pineapple china for you Ashlée! My contraband picture

I don’t think I can properly articulate how incredible the tour was. We saw art from many and furniture of times and spaces where history has been made. The armor was small, the heads were big and the gold filigree was to die for. A grand space was busy being set for dinner for the event. We spoke with a young lady who was only on her second service. She said she was shown a picture and tested on the proper table setting. In casual garb at this moment she would return later to serve but said she didn’t know to whom. It truly was like walking into a movie.

We exited the space and wandered taking pictures. I had brought my camera to capture what my iPhone couldn’t and am pretty pleased with the results: enjoy

After wandering and soaking it all up, I was taking pics of the odd things around St. George’s Chapel when we heard it was last opportunity to go in. Go in!!! Where the Royal wedding was !

Again a no photo spot and I never would have thought any of this mattered to me at all but honestly, when the cheerful man inside showed us some highlights and then plunked Linda and I on the exact spot where Meghan Markle stood to say her vows, I was overwhelmed. It was a historic spot no matter your views on the monarchy!

And really how could it not matter when I grew up in the Royal City and attended Queen Elizabeth Elementary School, singing God Save The Queen every morning.

I purchased the guidebook to there as well in order to learn more.

Once outside we visited the shop where I took photos of the postcard rack with some of the views we saw inside. I did not feel guilty about this as I also bought a shot glass, a crown and a wee gin. Also a pack of Kings and Queens cards for Linda and Claire to learn from. They did not have to learn the lineage as we did in Canada! I still remember doing my project on Anne Boleyn. Also bought a crown! (Pin)

Nigel went ahead to be sure we didn’t get a ticket and I found myself a nice pair to hang with before we wandered our way back to the car. They were very cheeky and I wanted to put them in my luggage.

Linda really enjoyed Lion around

Now we were heading to Bracknell to see my step-mom’s cousin Bea & her husband Mike. I seem to still be fascinated by street signs!

I think my mom would love going to Ascot

When we arrived I was mildly apprehensive as I can only imagine the Hearndens were as none of us really knew who we were going to see. The second Bea saw me she said she was going to cry and all of us felt comfortable from the get go. Loved their home, the incredible spread she put on and the part of her family we got to meet; Philip, Katie and Ella (LOVE that she was named after Ella Fitzgerald and at 5 has personality plus)

Bea showed us on a print she made the spot where her father lived from 13-83, where she was born. She had a copy to give me as well of ones from Brighton Beach that she’d done. She also showed us her celery vase collection. Yes, that’s a thing and they are gorgeous! She asked if I’d like one and how can I say no?! She gave me the one right off the table that we used tonight. She is a very gifted artist in so many mediums that I can’t count. Crochet (on back of couch) , paint, drawing, sewing (the dress Ella is wearing), gorgeous stained glass card she gave a copy of to Linda and on it goes. It was such a treat to be in her home, see so much of her work and share a meal.

After dinner Mike put out hedgehog food and in short order she graced us with her presence!

A short performance by Ella and we all said our goodbyes but not before I’d also received angels Bea had made for my daughters whom she’d met 20 years ago and a mug with a Royal face for my tea. Such a sweet family!

Sorted my treasures from the day, made no definitive plans for the Next day and settled in trying not to worry about our friends Colin and Wendy who are on an east coast cruise at the moment, nor any of my Atlantic coast friends as a big storm rolls in.

Until tomorrow, Marnée out.

Didn’t love my alarm this morning but there was much to see and do so had to get on with it. Looked out to see a magpie (I learned after it flew away before I got a good picture) and that overstuffed pigeon once again

The mail came while I was having my bagel and coffee and I was thrilled to receive my ticket for my last nights plans. Even includes a ticket for a glass of bubbly!

We headed on foot to catch transit, stopping to buy me an Oyster card (transit pass). I found the mail carrier’s cart interesting and clever and there were some cute items for sale along the way.

We hopped on and off as we needed to get on the express bus. I loved the front seat view up top

The squiggly lines are no parking crosswalk areas and the dotted lines are yields, if double solid it would be a stop line. There are no proper stop signs, markings are on the road and I am going to guess they don’t get much snow as that system would never work at home!

At the train station I first noticed the artistic big barbed wired atop the fence. Would see more as the day went on.

Sackboy enjoyed our chat with our seat mate heading in to work. She pays over £500/month to commute over an hour each way into London to work as the wages are better but rent is very expensive

Linda managed to sit beside an actor, Dan who plays Basil in a touring Theatre production of Fawlty Tours! He was very nice. Nigel, well we are pretty sure he didn’t talk to anyone. Was strange to see a group of women open drinking in the seats in front of us. Apparently you can drink in the train, just not walking down the street and they do sell alcohol in the markets.

We arrived at Victoria Station and I was just in awe of everything I saw. It was like the movies all came to life.

We headed straight to the first stop for our Hop-On, Hop-Off Big Bus Tour. And I listened to the tour guide in the earbuds provided and just kept snapping pictures and soaking it up

Royal Artillery Memorial to 1st World War

This was the gate given to Queen Mother by her daughter for her 90th bday. It looks a bit kindergartener designed if you ask me.

I really do love these two human beings. Can’t imagine a place I’d rather be or any other two to spend this time with.

Speakers Corner where one can jump on their soapbox and say whatever they want within these guidelines:

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The Marble Arch and Art nearby

Bronze horse head drinking water – “Still Water” by Nic Fiddian-Green

The Duke of Wellington hated the statue of himself on top of this so he left money in his will demanding it be replaced

The architecture was just too much to take in. So many gorgeous details that I just snapped what moved me at the moment

I noticed Sir Paul McCartney was going to be doing a book signing but when we looked it up you had to have gotten tickets in advance and absolutely no photos!

Piccadilly Circus which simply means a round about

We hopped off for a bit and as I passed a couple I asked if they were Canadian. He was obviously surprised and said yes, from North Van. I’m not sure why I was sure they were but after I passed the tour guide with my backpack on she called out , “hey, I’m from BC too!”

As we headed towards a spot for lunch we passed Canada House and went through Trafalgar Square

What a cool place the Crypt is and the food was delicious!

I picked up a new pop-up type book for my collection, some Banksy Playing cards (functional art) and a gorgeous card to frame by the same artist I fell in love with out at Brighton

When we came out it had rained a bit but stopped already. Just made it fresh. I now was on a mission to capture all the different crossing symbols.

When I asked this guy where the maple leaf was he pointed over my shoulder to say “there’s plenty over there”

Canadian National Railway Building

Horse Guards Parade at the barracks

They are working round the clock to get Queen Elizabeth Tower ready on time (yes we heard that joke many times today) It is the home of Big Ben, which is the sound of chimes which ring 4 times a day although it is silenced for this 3 year project . This must be disconcerting for Londoners used to living by the clock’s schedule. Waterloo station is the busiest station in Britain for the 15th year in a row – approx. 750,000 people pass through it every day!

The National Theatre where I shall be on my last night in the UK

The Royal Courts of Justice

Dragons at every entrance to London

Facades being preserved… lovely

Our guide for the second part, Will, left a lot to be desired. He was more enamoured with himself than he was able to educate. Not sure how much he was making up as he ate his lunch and rambled on

The Monument at the top of Pudding Lane. It’s 202 feet tall and if you lay it down it will be at the site of the bakery where the 1666 London fire began that wiped out the Plague and remarkably only resulted in 6 known deaths

Chimneys and a Unicorn! I can’t take my eyes off the gorgeous horizons

Tower Bridge is the only bascule bridge in the world (both opening and suspension)

Tower of London (we shall be back to this another day)

Hopped off at this spot where an accident had recently occurred and headed down to cruise part of tour. First time I’ve had to pay for the loo in as long as I can remember.

Mailed postcards and got ready to board

The Shard – the tallest building in Western Europe

What an incredible journey down the Thames and our guide on the Millenium City was amazing

notice the name of the bargejust going to leave this here…..

Back on shore deciding if we had time to catch the last couple sites

We decided to head to meet Claire and go catch our dinner reservations. I grew up in New Westminster, the Royal City in Western Canada

.10 Downing Street – home of the Prime Minister

Another amazing meal, this time at Bill’s

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Now it was finally time to head to see Come From Away at the Phoenix!!!

I can’t even begin to explain how many tears I shed right from the get go. So proud to be Canadian and an honorary Newfoundlander!!

Home again on the train where Nigel, Linda and daughter Claire joined me in a toast with the Iceberg Beer I’d brought from Quidi Vidi, Newfoundland. What an extraordinary day.

Woke up several times this morning but finally arose at 9:45 feeling a lot less jet lagged. Looked out the window and saw a bird which was big enough to be a duck but weird coloured. Tried to get a picture but it wandered off in a huff at my presence. Nigel says it was a pigeon!!

Got showered, had a bite and enjoyed the service of my coffee. Nigel filled me in on the story of his parents… straight out of Downton Abbey! His father was a butler and his mother a kitchen maid who became cook. The stories of that time before his Dad going off to serve (in the military) were delightful. And as I suspected many of the details of DA were fabricated. For example, there was not that much mixing of the stations.

Still having issues with the amusement park ride that is the left front seat of Nigel’s Audi. The car zips along at a good speed and he’s a great driver. I just keep catching all the traffic on the ‘wrong’ side of the road and it freaks me out on occasion.

Had a good laugh that they’d had enough and were dropping me at Gatwick.

So many things to overstimulate the senses as we pulled through Brighton while seeking a parking spot. I purposely trusted them to help me see the best things on my trip so didn’t look ahead thus I had no idea there was an amusement pier!

We crossed the tracks to walk on the lovely beach and allow me to put my toes in the English Channel. Now when I say beach.. it’s a lot like Newfoundland, Stoney, not sandy but beautiful rocks to find. I collected a piece of beach glass, a heart stained rock and a rock with a core like glass

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I couldn’t resist posing Wookiee with one that looked like a stormtrooper at first glance, and Sackboy found himself challenged by the wind trying to fling him out of the beach chairs

I may see a connection for the very fresh seafood

Next we hit the pier and had a blast strolling and playing and relaxing

that in the distance was a pier that burned downbumper carsread the sign… just how big do these three have to be to keep the car on the rails?

Sackboy found his Fridacat

Just zoom in on the banner, all the things I love in a horrible mash-up

We wandered up to The Royal Pavilion Estate which was built in a grander time when cultural appropriation wasn’t a thing. Sadly Brighton went through some challenging times economically and it is a bit run down all round.

Next we strolled up to The Lanes, an awesome maze of roads and shops and I finally made it to an authentic Dr Martens store but they didn’t have Baby Janes in my size which I took to be a sign to keep on Walking

We saw a sign on the sidewalk that said stamps cheaper than the post office and I wanted to send postcards home so we went into see how this was possible. The man who ran the store was extraordinarily generous and engaging and I wanted to put him in my pocket and take him home. He even gave me special stamps to take home to my nerd family which I can’t show here or I’ll ruin the surprise. This is one of the fun ones though

So many interesting places it was hard to choose what to look at but we did finally choose an Excellent spot for fish and chips and my first Pimms.

I had the Ocean Fish & Chips and contributed to the RNLI https://rnli.org/ which I’d learned about and had seen videos while I was in Canadian Coast Guard Auxiliary

Strolled our way back to the car…. spot the House of Correction, the cat burglar, the traveler encouragement, the shot taken at an amazing neon shop, an ocean art project, and a creepy clown on the beach

Once back in the car we enjoyed a top down (a treat this time of year) trip out to Beachy Head for the sunset

The saddest thing though is the reason for the Chaplain vehicle being there is straight up this:

Suicides at Beachy Head

• 297 people died by suicide at Beachy Head in the years 2004 to 2016.

• 66 (22%) of these were residents of East Sussex and 231 (78%) were not East Sussex

residents.

• There were 14 suicides at Beachy Head involving non-UK residents, 40 involving

London residents, 72 of residents of counties bordering East Sussex and 104 from other parts of the UK, highlighting the importance of Beachy Head as a public place for suicide.

• Overall 74% of those dying by suicide at Beachy Head were male. Of the residents 68% were male and 32% female; for non-residents 75% were male and 24% female; the non-residents tended to be younger.

• The number of suicides of non-East Sussex residents at Beachy Head has been higher in the years since 2010 than in the preceding years.

• A high proportion lived alone (44% of residents and 38% of non-residents).

• Around 40% had work-related issues noted and 28% of the non-resident suicides had

financial issues noted.

• 91% of East Sussex residents and 77% of non-residents had mental and/or physical

health issues noted by the Coroner, and depression was the health issue noted most frequently. Of the residents, 65% had one or more physical health issue and 76% one or more mental health issue noted; of the non-residents 36% had one or more physical health issues and 62% one or more mental health issues noted.

• Drug and alcohol issues were noted in 33% of suicides at Beachy Head. This proportion was higher for East Sussex residents (41%) than non-residents (31%).

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East Sussex Suicide Prevention Plan 2018/19

• 39% of those dying by suicide at Beachy Head had attempted suicide previously (2011-2016). This proportion was similar for both East Sussex residents and non- residents.

• Overall, the number of deaths by suicide at Beachy Head was highest in the spring and summer and lowest in the autumn. The number of deaths for residents was highest in the spring and for non-residents in the summer.

• The largest percentage of resident deaths occurred on Sundays and non-resident deaths on Saturdays, Sundays and Mondays.

• Almost half of the non-residents who died by suicide at Beachy Head had left a suicide note.

• 45% had had contact with secondary care mental health services, 19% in the month before they died.

• The method of death at Beachy Head was jumping or falling from a high place for 94% of East Sussex residents and 99% of non-residents.

I must say that having people patrolling and preventing all the time makes my heart happier. I know it’s not a happy vacation story but if it brings more attention to the fact that mental health issues are a global issue, maybe we can help each other better.

I still can’t adjust to lights coming at me on the wrong side in the dark. Thank goodness I don’t have to drive this trip!

back to the house to meet the daughter Claire whom I’ve heard so much about, share our day and make a plan for tomorrow. I really like her, we have similar interests for sure. Dealing with my Producer duties (Peter Colley’s I’ll Be Back Before Midnight), back in Cranbrook. It’s after midnight as the phone is ringing. Delicious irony. What a day!

My alarm went off at 2:30 am Newfoundland time. I didn’t know where or when I was. Thankfully I was pretty ready to go, so a shower and finish packing bits and I was lugging my ridiculously heavy suitcase down the narrow stairs and out to the car. I did mention there was now a 6 pack of blue glass bottled beer in there?

It was dark and stormy as I wound my way to the airport, stopping to top the tank, $12.00!! Dropped the rental in the lot and pulled along my suitcase which now seems to be earnestly dragging its feet. Something seems to be wrong with the wheel.

I had pre-checked in but asked an employee if I could weigh it to ensure I wasn’t over. If I was I could take out my CPAP machine. I was told it wasn’t supposed to be in there anyway, medical devices have to travel with you in the cabin. All the years I’ve had it, no one has told me that! I went off to the side and removed it and then went to drop baggage. Good thing I took it out!

Next I went through security. I had to take the machine half of the CPAP and put it in a separate bin. Two couples in front of me had bags that kept being put back for rescreen and once I was told I was good to go I gathered up belongings and was putting on my belt going up the elevator thinking to myself, “well, that went well, how strange”. Wandered the few stores and took a shot of the sayings that were in the chocolate.

They had just started calling pre-boards for my flight when I realized the other part of my machine had been left behind when one of the rescreens got plunked in the middle.

I went to the agent and explained my plight. She told me I’d need to continue to the exit at the far end and go back down to first floor to go through security again and that I’d better hurry or I would miss my flight. Suffice to say I made my flight but I was not a happy camper and I hadn’t even had a coffee yet.

I did sit beside a lovely couple heading to Vegas. Slept as much of that flight as I could and watched inflight on my phone otherwise .

When we arrived I had no idea where to go and just started out walking until I made my way to the right gate. Toronto has everything there. It’s like a mall of specialty shops. Grabbed a medium coffee and small bottle of water for $7! And settled at the iPad lounge. What a brilliant idea although I’d be happier knowing they were cleaned regularly.

While sitting there I saw the Cyclone warning for St. John’s area and hope it passes on by.

Got boarded on my flight to Heathrow and it is much nicer, screens in back of seats. Had to get earphones from them as mine are lightening. #sofirstworld

I loved checking where we were at at any given moment. Breakfast was a choice of pancakes or omelette (with peppers so allergy ruled that out). Was quite tasty but we were quite the trio all trying to eat as the guys on each side of me had big shoulders too. We had to coordinate movement and I can tell you that man spreading is real.

I watched Rocketman and The Mule. Slept the rest of the time and finally we were near. I was in the middle seat and over the wing but was still excited to see first glimpse of lights for miles as we apparently circled Heathrow as once again I was on a plane that was early.

First difference I noticed were words and signs. Lifts instead of elevators and cute bathroom woman.

The Wookiee has landed!!

Sad to say there was a strong division of national passports allowed to e-cross through customs and those waiting in long lines to be checked through. Skin colour was a major divider. Took a while to get luggage but did just sail in through to find lovely Linda and Nigel awaiting.

He’s got a posh car (Audi) and we zipped along the M25 with little traffic. I suddenly realized my stomach was growling and we detoured through Oxted to find a Sainsbury’s that was open to grab me some pre-mades.

I only wish it had been daylight to see the beautiful village we went through. Came back to their neighborhood to have a fox sitting watching us.

Their home and my accoms are perfect. Ate my food, had a bevy and a chat about tomorrow and Brexit before heading off to bed. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings, I’m just so spoiled to be here.

I did notice this before I went to bed

Xoxo

I awoke at a reasonable time and got myself ready for a day with Delores. I’m sad that Nancy had to work and be on duty for her grands or she would have joined us.

As I was laying in bed checking my Fb there was a live stream from Alan Doyle from the top of Signal Hill. He had his dog with him and was letting us all know what was upcoming.. i met him last time i was here while he was out walking his dog. Seemed a nice way to start my day.

I had an idea so I searched all things Canada to find this!

the first I will admit caused me to do an ostrich maneuver (head in the sand) and the second pleased me.

First stop was to pick up Delores. What a cool design, detached Jelly Bean houses! I respected her privacy and didn’t take pictures but let me tell you, I could live in Terry’s kitchen!

We went for breakfast at Bagel Café and sat in the booth beside the table Ashlée and I had shared. It is a delightful quirky spot with to die for food! I had Townie Tountons which are just bigger and more loaded than usual.

As we were leaving the restaurant I realized we hadn’t remembered to get change and go back and plug the meter. Yay my souvenir of SJ is a $30 parking ticket!

Oh well, I was on the search for a labradorite necklace so we popped into The Tickle Trunk qand had great success. Picked up a few treats while I was there as well.

the picture doesn’t do it justicethese chocolate bars, however, have a language of their own!

Next stop was a mission to accomplish for my friend, Sarah, Check!

Oh the poor bamboozled old gent who kindly moved aside so I could grab the shot.

Next we headed out to Cape Spear, the Eastern most point in North America. So much had changed since I was there last including the lack of snow but the wind was strong And the hikes up were long.

#TGTWMC I brought my The Tin Woman mug from the show I was in last Fall see the Captain’s profile in the rock?

A kind French speaking tourist took a lovely shot or two for us. o

That is Signal Hill in the distance. We most enjoyed the peek at life back then when we went up inside the lighthouse.

We were headed back into town when I spotted this and thought of my friends Jim and Harriet. Problem was we were already stuck in a construction line so I went through it, did a u-turn, took the picture and u-turned back into the line, all to the amusement of the Flagger. 

As we came toward town again we noticed a fire which Was reported as a forest fire and we watched an airplane circling regularly over our heads the next while. Good thing rain is forecast.

As we headed up Signal Hill I thought to take a picture of the space I believe to have been my friends Mom’s home.

I realize now that I did not take any pictures for a bit but I was reeling from the news that a dear friend has a month to live and she was the one who had always said she would consider going to England with me. Tough to swallow but she would be pissed if I did’t have the best time. So, in the Life is too f’n short category I dedicate the rest of this trip to her and hope her son, Reid shares it with her.

We went through the interpretation centre at Signal Hill which was very informative, especially the movie, bought some screech filled chocolates and headed on our way.

As we passed by these beauties I was told they are called the three sisters as a man built them and an extra for his three daughters. They have been sitting empty for years due to some toxic issue. I hope someone restores these lovely homes.

Next stop was a quick visit to Quidi Vidi to visit the brewery and pick up some Iceberg beer in the cobalt blue bottles. Apparently they had put a call out for people to return the bottles rather than recycle as they were running short! The current batch wasn’t ready so we had to go to a Sobey’s to pick some up. Air miles on booze, I’m ok with that.

I was honestly sorry (wink) to tell them the first bottles I bought were now in BC and these ones were going to the UK.

Next stop was to drop my car at the Airbnb so we could walk to dinner and imbibe without risk.

We both agreed that we needed to try ‘the best fish and chips in town’ at The Duke of Duckworth. The walk was lovely, the fish and chips were delish ( we ordered battered for her and pan fried for me and swapped out a piece each, they were equally fabulous) and the atmosphere is lovely with drink specials on the regular.

We did pop In to Erin’s with intention to hang but it was nearly empty and too hot. Shame, that. Next stop was O’Reilly’s for a few and then we called dear Terry to come get us.

We thankfully didn’t burn the place down with Delores’s ratty old charger cable.

Last stop of the evening was at the spot Terry Fox dipped his foot in the ocean and began his run across the country. Unfortunately the shipyard docks have been built there since so there is no ocean access but I remember him fondly and his legacy is large.

Got dropped off back at Charlottes, organized my clothes for take-off and ended up sitting and having a lovely visit with her over a glass of her homemade wine.. I was so fortunate to choose her spot which turned out to be a place I’d create for my own self.

Now it’s 10:50 and I am setting an alarm for 2:30am to get ready to head out. The sky has opened up and listening to the rain pouring down I am grateful it held off for my visit and will hopefully put out the forest fire!

Thank you for the hospitality, I hope to be back!

Oh, yeah, this was our day… only wish Nancy had been there

Goodnight!

The day continues having left McDs after barely containing my amusement at the group of 20-somethings sitting across from me who used the C word as a noun on a regular basis as they shared the woes of working at entry level jobs.

I programmed the route to Signal Hill and wound my way through the maze that is the roadway of St. John’s. Along the way I recognized many of the places my daughter Ashlée had shown me on my visit when she lived here in December of 2014. Part way up I spotted the parking spot that was once the home of my friend Andrea’s Mom and looked forward to letting her know I was thinking of her here.

I crawled on up to the top of the hill and was stunned at the number of dang tourists milling about! Seems the other thing summer brings is cruise ships and one was in Harbour. I managed to wrangle a few angles to get people free pics and stood there for a long time soaking up the sun and the smell of the ocean. The atmosphere was perfection.

Eventually I wandered my way up to the top of the building which involves flights of winding stairs with no passing zones. Patience was the key but I was too tired to be annoyed. The view was spectacular and there was a sweet irony that the phone to listen to the first transmission was out of order.

Next I went to check out the visitors centre because, well, chocolate. Before purchasing a ticket to go through the exhibit I went to use the washroom. Upon exiting my stall I noticed a pair of beautiful sunglasses hanging on the hook so grabbed them to take to the front desk before they went missing for good. As I walked out a woman practically yelled at me that those were hers and snatched them out of my hand. Before I could explain anything she gave a snarl and exited. A woman watching the exchange just looked at me in shock and said, “that was rude” I wasn’t going to let it ruin my day as at that point I was feeling the time change and knew I needed to go for a shower and a nap.

I messaged the Airbnb I had booked and Charlotte told me I didn’t have to wait until 3 and could come then which was a blessing as it was only 11ish (7:30 am at home). i wound my way back down to her home and was very thrilled to meet this interesting lady in her jellybean row house. it turned out that my bedroom window looks out at Signal Hill!

I grabbed a shower, made plans for 2pm and took a power nap. Sometime after 2, a car pulled up with Nancy and Delores driven by Delores’s husband Terry. I was so thrilled to see these two ladies. I had met them when I visited, spending Christmas and New Years in good company. Sometimes one meets friend soulmates and it was like that for us, a connection that has lasted like we only saw each other a few weeks ago.

Terry dropped us at George Street and we wandered, seeking spots in the sun to drink wine and Coronas and catch up. Pub crawl 2019 included bevies at several spots, dinner at The Shamrock and hours spent at The Rose and Thistle side of the Grapevine and Rose.

Nancy made us laugh every time she had to dig through her duffle bag of a purse to find her smokes or lighter.poor picture but these are smart parking meters, against the building for ease of use and plowing

So much good talk and belly laughs. I couldn’t believe my good fortune to find Oban scotch at double for single price until 8. At 8 we were asked to move seats as the comedians were about to start. A loud mouth guy at the bar turned and started heckling us and I realized in a flash that I knew him from Victoria, back before 2010 when I lived on Salt Spring! I gave him a bit of guff and then finally said he ought to recognize me and there was a sudden ding, as the penny dropped. Seems Dave was here on his honeymoon and was going to be onstage last tonight.

We three stayed for 6 or more performances, some of which were quite entertaining and a few that were over the line. The day was catching up,with us and I needed to go convince myself to sleep so we called dear Terry to come chauffeur us all home.

An ongoing thread of amusement with my friends back home is about the lack of practical pockets in women’s clothing and this young lady did a funny set on the topic.

Plans are made for tomorrow and I have had such a good day of laughter and friendship that I know I was supposed to be here in this moment, soaking it all up and filling my tank.

I can’t help it, I am Canadian through and through, but I have ached for most of my life to explore this globe of ours. I am slowly taking places off the list.

Some time ago I began to make a plan with the A(merican) friends I’d met on my Peru trip for a road trip from St. John’s, Newfoundland throughout the Canadian Maritimes and end somewhere that time would allow.

The planning began and when I saw a deal I couldn’t refuse (3600 air miles and $50), I booked a one way flight to St. John’s for September 1, 2019 and waited for the rest to finalize their plans.

I was sad to hear they’d decided to ‘postpone’ as I’d really looked forward to showing off this beautiful part of the planet to my traveler friends.

It only took a day or a minute really to conclude that I was still going and that it was a perfect halfway to the UK. I contacted the B(rits) of our ABC Peru tour group and we easily knew this was to have been the plan all along!

Two weeks off work, an excellent deal for the flight to Heathrow and return to Cranbrook, two day rental car on Aeroplan points in Newfoundland, an Airbnb in downtown SJ and the gracious offer of hosting by the Hearnden’s in Biggin Hill, UK and the framework was in place to let the planning begin.

First thing booked will be the last event of the trip – stay tuned!

The time leading up to this adventure was VERY full as I seemed to end up with all of my obligations due at the same time! I am on the Board for Cranbrook Community Theatre and our AGM is the night after I arrive home, am Producing a play that opens less than a month after I return, decided I should volunteer for a Peak Music Festival the two nights before I left and oh yes, I work more than full time as a bookkeeper at a busy accounting firm.

When Sunday morning finally arrived I was ready. Well, not quite ready ready but READY to get out of town.

So, I went out for brunch with my friend Steph to discuss a future project, repacked, took out the trash, searched for and did not find my iPod, added another pair of shoes to the suitcase, went to daughter’s for dinner with three of four grandsons and two new exchange students, dropped George (my fish) off at work and finally was on my way to the airport.

As the sun was setting, red sky at night, sailor’s delight crossed my mind. Jake dropped me and was about to drive off when the doors open and there was his co-worker (other Mom), Kim and family. Seems they had just dropped off her Dad, Larry who was heading home to Nova Scotia. After weighing my bag (I managed to bring 49.85 of my allotted 50) and checking through security I walked up to Larry who had never seen me before and asked for a selfie. He enjoyed the joke and we sent the pic to his family.

The sky was ominous as we boarded. The flight was lumpy and there were many flashes of lightening below us as we headed for Calgary. Once on the ground we had to sit for over 10 minutes on the plane as we were early and no stairs came to greet us. A few of us got turned around but I had just enough time to buy a travel pillow and call Mom before boarding again. Wookiee and I settled in beside a lovely couple who had come from Lumby, and were on their way for a month long tour of his home island of Newfoundland. They’ve been married 56 years!

The initial 5-10 minutes were pretty rough due to the storms but soon smoothed out and I dozed on and off. The 3.5 hour time difference meant I left Cranbrook at 9 pm and arrived in SJ at 7:37 am. But it feels like 4 am.

I picked up my rental car, (It’s a beaut, 2019 Ford Fusion Hybrid), plugged McDonalds into the GPS and headed over to take advantage of the WiFi before I head into town and begin another day.

25 crept up and smacked me. “You’re not a kid anymore!”

35 crept up and yelled in my ear “twice divorced where are you going from here?”

45 crept up and sternly admonished “that’s all you got?”

55 crept up and whispered “what’s the point?”

One hour away from the day that marks the end of my 55th year on this planet and all I want to do is cry.

Is this a typical mid life crisis? I’ve known since I was 10 or so that I was going to live to 105 so in actuality I’m barely mid life but in reality I just feel like I’m done.

I feel caught in the middle; between all I am capable of and all that remains is a wee spot full of angst and self pity.

I want to buy a house but is a mortgage at this stage fiscally responsible? I want to travel, but alone? I want to leave a legacy but feel disconnected and that my accomplishments were long ago and faded with time.

You see me now, but I am collection of short stories you never imagined. It’s too soon to close the book but too late to turn over a new page.

Stuck, disconnected, no one to blame but myself and yet I want to rage against the world, against myself, against the tide that has left me beached.

So much love, so much loss… just so much.

I hope to leave this on the page and experience release as I embrace a new dawn.. freedom 55

When I was 2 my dad married Barb. A while later they had Greg. I can’t begin to imagine what it was like for a 24 year old woman to marry a 26 year old grieving  widower with a two year old but I can confirm that she embraced her role as wife and mother with every ounce of her heart and soul. We may not share a gene pool but she is my Mom. 

It hasn’t always been sunshine and lollipops, especially those challenging years  from 10 on. I had found out she wasn’t my birth Mom and that peculiar knowledge that my world did not exist as I comprehended it added to a network  of misfirings in my brain. I had seen behind the curtain, and now I was waiting for the flying monkeys.  If I hadn’t actually known who my core family really was, what else was a lie? 

It isn’t actually fair to bring in a wicked witch analogy because she really wasn’t.  She loved fiercely and tried hard to be fair. No one has a perfect childhood, and mine was pretty cool by most standards; Houseboat, hang gliding, SCUBA diving, skiing and motorcycling…. Divorce, depression and pseudo delinquency. 

My own misfiring brain left me suicidal, and acting out with alcohol, drugs and sex. I won’t go in to all the details here of the crazy ride my life has been to date but I want the world to know, one consistent in my life is Barbs love. I didn’t always want it, acknowledge it or even recognize it but it was there, holding me up, encouraging me or admonishing me when necessary.

Every time I have had a surgery, a child, a divorce, a moment …She has come running, dropping whatever is important in her life to be there for me. 

Two weeks ago she called that her long awaited hip replacement surgery had been scheduled for today, April 16, 2015. I live in Bella Bella now, not near or convenient and I have a job that pays people, a tight schedule. At first my brain started to plan who else may be available to be there for her. And then I listened and I heard that my Mom needed me. 

I flew in two days ago so we could talk and plan. We have laughed so much in the past 36 hours as most sentences have begun with “just in case…” Or “so if you kick it….”

I got in her car at the airport, took her hand and said, “I love you, there, nothing unsaid, you got anything?” We laughed and the ice was broken.  She’s 74 next month and having major surgery having not been in the hospital for her self more than once in her life and that was 43 years ago. So she’s afraid but the way I handle fear is to talk out all possibilities and make them all just items on a check list. And so it went:

  1. Will updated 
  2. Bills paid
  3. Plants watered
  4. Car serviced
  5. Hair cut
  6. Safety deposit key?
  7. What jewellery to whom?
  8. What else did you promise to anyone
  9. Cell number notification list
  10. Hockey schedule
  11. Cancel pedicure on birthday
  12. Pack bag
  13. Anything I should burn before anyone sees?

Check, check, check

This morning we were up and out by 7:50 as she was to be at UBC hospital by 9:30. I drove and made her walk from parking lot in the beautiful sunshine so she could wear out that damn right hip once and for all; get her monies worth. Her response, ‘watch it brat, I’ll hit you with my cane’ 

We were both very impressed with her nurse as he filled in all the blanks. It seems this was a last minute fill in as she didn’t get to go to a session about what to do to prepare and what to expect. He calmly explained what he could after I helped get her degermed and gowned up. He started her IV and left us to wait as she was scheduled for 11:35. Good thing she had a comfy chair as it was 1:20 by the time they took her in. I was happy to see the surgeon at 1 when he came in to initial her right hip. Good to be sure it was the correct one.  

I tried not to whine but I was fading as I had fasted in support and was starving! It was getting more difficult to keep her distracted from the whole idea of a spinal and the fear she may hear them. It was described to her as though there were construction going on next door and she would be consciously sedated. I tried to tell her she was finally going to get high so she should just lay back and enjoy it. She napped off and on as we waited.

  

When the time came to walk down to OR we had a big hug and that was that.

I’ve had a bite, a coffee and a walk in the sun. Soon I shall take her walker and bag, meet her in her room and be glad I bought her all the channels on a TV so we can cheer for my Ducks of Anaheim. My Mom loves me that much!

And I love her more. 

Monday morning I awoke after a disturbed night due to a car alarm at 2 am. Got ready, packed up and went down for the hotel breakfast. I love the waffles!  There was a display out front of the Hotel for Chinese New Years. 



I drove straight down to Crofton to catch the ferry over to Salt Spring Island. There was a bit of a wait as the dangerous goods run doesn’t take other traffic. I soaked up the sun and watched an adventure in boat trailering. 



One great thing was I saw Cheryl and her son Derrian on board and we had a great catchup.

This sign amused me, nice to have a play area

 It had been a long time and did my heart good. Mary Lynn met me at Moby’s for lunch and her husband Mark met us shortly thereafter. It was  strange to visit her knowing we wouldn’t be getting together for our annual birthday in the city. She and Mark have other plans….

After lunch I went to The Local where I used to hang out and run poker nights. Saw a few old friends and talked about the loss of our friend Garner. It seems he died in his sleep, which is the best we can hope for but sad for us.

Next was over to Jackies. Had a great visit with her and her Ex Barry. She gave me an antique railway lantern knowing my love for the railroad (I was the first female brakeman for Canadian Pacific Railway in the Kootenays). I also was given some of her daughter Lena’s ashes as I have a plan for a message in a bottle. I loved that girl but alcohol abuse took her away from us at only 26. 

My brother Greg and his wife Kym came and picked me up for dinner at Moby’s. Had the same server as lunch 🙂 We had a good visit and I also saw Ken whose son Ingmar is a friend up where I live. 





After dinner I grabbed my belongings from Jackies and headed up to Liberty Hall Lane. 

This street is named thus because back in the day there was a  ‘hall’ the guys used to hang out in to drink and play cards away from their wives. 

I was so happy to see my nieces, Cassidy and Maya who are 13 and 11. Both are taller than me now!











We took turns braiding hair and back rubs and tucked in around 10. The next morning I was the first one up and then Maya who got herself ready and off to school



greg was gone next and I made coffee just in time for Kym who made us scrambled eggs (nummy with coconut oil) and headed off to work with Cassidy to drop off. I once again packed up and headed for the Fulford Ferry. It was good I went early as the boat left some behind. 

Had a nice visit with Marv my lighting genius friend on the way over. Made the round about and onto the 11:00am boat to Tsawwassen. Sat to read for a while and realized I was hungry again so ordered the spaghetti and meatballs which were surprisingly good. 



The guys at the table across from me were very amusing and we all ended up chatting and looking at maps etc. Winston asked me for a way to connect so he and Dennis came down to the car deck with me to grab a card for him. He’s actually thinking of coming to volunteer at MusicFest which would be a lot of fun. Sure made the crossing go quickly. 

Straight downtown it was to check I. To the Residence Inn Marriott. Holy crow, this is the fanciest room I’ve stayed in , a 450 share foot bachelors pad









they will even do your groceries for a fee!

I spent some time answering work email and posting the bi-weekly payroll before walking down the Km to dinner at The Keg in Yaletown. It was so beautiful, all I had on was a hoody with my skirt





This group of students are all doing very well In school and I was really looking forward to meeting them after all the email we’ve shared. I was not disappointed, such good visits. Only forgot to get one picture of Alden and Katrina, dang. 



Trish and Paul



Garney, Michael and Brad



Brenna





Elizabeth, Mary, Ryan, Derek, Larissa, Charles, Pauline



Garney, Michael, Brad, Georgina, Ilida

A nice walk home with Rhoda and I am relaxing in my King Sized bed, another day well done.

Had a relaxed morning and then off to the Horseshoe Bay Ferry Terminal. The day was nice and improving by the hour. It was lovely to relax on the trip over to Nanaimo. As soon as I hit town I went to the mall and had my eyebrows threaded and nails done. It has become my ritual when I get off the island as there are no facilities for such in Bella Bella. From there I checked into a lovely room in the Ramada Inn and then headed to the Keg to meet everyone for dinner. Ultimately there were over 30 people of all ages for dinner. I got to meet the 5 students and their families, have a delicious dinner and make a good connection going forward. We were done by 7 pm so I cruised over to pop in on Colin and Wendy. It was so nice to catch up with them. I missed our time together that we shared on our road trip in October. Next was a drop in on Lawrence and Annie which was a rare treat to visit both of them at home. I am blessed to have kept both these couples as good friends from my years living on Salt Spring Island. I am now tucked back in at the hotel and am exhausted! The day seems to have passed in a blur. These days may not be blog worthy but they are just another day in the life….

It is my first inclusion in the Post-Secondary Visit trips. I shall be along to meet our funded students in Nanaimo and Vancouver. The rest of the group, my co-workers and Board Directors have traveled out by ferry and driven down island. As I had other obligations I flew out yesterday to Vancouver, shuttled over to the main terminal and picked up my rental car, a cute Hyundai Accent. It is practical and economical but has terrible blind spots compared to anything I drive, not the best in the city. It was a spectacular sunny and warm day so the flight was a treat. I drove through the beautiful neighbourhoods of South Vancouver, heading into downtown, soaking up the history and the changes. Upon check-in I remembered how friendly the staff were at the Pinnacle Hotel. The parking is a bit convoluted to deal with but the rooms are lovely and well appointed.

I dropped my gear, sent a few email for work and then headed for the Pacific Coliseum where I was to join an old friend and her family to watch the Vancouver Giants against the Kamloops Blazers. It was fun to hang with Tilly, her daughter and grandbabies. And the Giants won, Yay!

I stopped at the Waldorf on the way back, picked up some cold ones and soaked in the atmosphere of this iconic institution.

When I returned to my room I spent some time just staring out at the city. I have a view predominantly filled with other towers but that is visually stimulating to me having lived for nearly a year now in Bella Bella where nothing is over two stories. I couldn’t help but observe that the tower across the street was also a hotel and that people were unaware of the lack of privacy provided by the sheer drapes. It was oddly titillating to be a voyeur, as if I were watching some odd TV program. I found myself making up little back stories for the characters I was watching. Suddenly I realized this was a terrible invasion of privacy and closed my own black out drapes to watch the real TV for a while.

I did so want to sleep late as I didn’t have to leave until 11 this morning to catch the ferry to Nanaimo but I have a room with an adjoining door between me and the next one. As it happens these are sound transporter doorways…. sigh.

It is a beautiful day again and I look forward to the ferry ride.

ciao….

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I was busy at my desk in the school board office when I received a text from my friend Shannon wondering when I would be ready for the dinner she was making. I had said 6 but was engrossed in finishing payroll and remittances before my trip off island tomorrow. It was already 6:18 and I suggested another 15. My phone started buzzing again and I barely made note at 6:35 as her text read ‘there’s wolves in the street’. A few minutes later there’s pounding on the office door and I find Shannon worried that I didn’t get her text and may get eaten. I casually, well actually rather cranky voiced tell her I am in the middle of important things and will text when I am leaving. I finish what I am doing and text I am on my way to walk across the street two doors down and find her excited to have been standing on her back deck and less than ten feet away had been three wolves and two Rez dogs. I wish I had seen them and learn moments later that they left there, split up and one headed down towards the school/office and one hung around outside the front door of my place two doors further down. I was envious not to have seen them but now I am putting the pieces together as heard from the neighbours and wonder…. Were they looking for me? They went to where I was supposed to be and then split up to cover my work and my home….
I don’t think I’m in heat…..