BACK ON HOME TURF

Actually, by definition, shouldn’t “turf” involve green stuff, like grass? Hmm…not very green around here!

However, all will change when the rainy season kicks in . Since coming home I’ve trimmed, weeded and ripped out rather a lot of what I thought of as my garden. And still have much to do!

But it can wait…if I have any readers left I should make an effort and post something,right?

From start to finish, my Vancouver jaunt was fantastic.Yes, even the long hours in a skinny metal tube. Having a window seat (and a small camera in my pocket) was helpful!

Mt.Hood, from 30+ thousand feet. 

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Crater Lake which our captain told us is the second largest lake in North America.

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Interesting places, yes, but I was heading North to meet a long-time blog friend, Andrea. What can I say? Quite a lot, but mere words don’t always express feelings, do they?

We managed to pack in quite a lot over the 10 days. After  catching up with old friends in North Vancouver, and meeting a new friend,Sonya, in New Westminster (where something must have tickled our funny bones!)  Di ande Sonya (1)

 

we drove East to meet Ellen, who took us to a place I can only call a treasury of rusty old things! I have never seen so many wacky and wonderful collections. Old typewriters, trays of metal type, sewing machines, farming machinery,baby carriages and perhaps the pick of the crop, old electric hair curlers.Yes, really!

curling apparatus

 

Another day, we took a ferry across to Nanaimo, on Vancouver Island, to meet another photography blogger. Diane drove us to several local “top spots” and the cameras all got a good work-out. And for lunch? We ate the best fish-and-chips I’ve tasted in a long time. No pictures, though – we were all intent on  eating!

On the ferry ride back to Tswassen I got a lucky click…

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And then Linda and her lovely daughters hit town, after first doing a little exploring in the Rockies. So much laughing, talking and general jollity…the trip we tried to put together last year, to visit Linda in England, didn’t happen so this blog-meet was extra-special.

Andrea,Linda,Kirsty and Freya. (In Stanley Park, looking West, with a bit of Lions Gate Bridge passing through the ears of Freya,Kirsty and Linda.)

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I fell in love with Vancouver on my first visit. I am still in love.

Huge thanks to everyone who made this trip so much fun. In fact, such fun, I think we should do it again…any takers?

BLOGWORLD IS A HAPPY PLACE.

Well, it can be.

Many people in this sometimes crazy world of blogs meet each other, form lasting friendships, share more than cyber-words.

One of my first blog readers was the irrepressible Ziggi, who blogs from far-off (from me) England.

Ziggi and I may never meet (but we are leaning on our significant others to orchestrate this!), but last week I did meet her elder daughter who is kicking up her post-grad heels with two friends before settling to working for a living.

On their way to the tropical playground that is (sort of!) my backyard, the girls stopped here for a night.

Long of fang that I am, I felt so envious of their trip, highly-flavoured with tsunami alerts (Fiji), missed flights (New Zealand), deliciously dangerous sky dives and rapid-rafting (yes, NZ again), all laced with, possibly, more alcohol than I could cope with. Maybe not!

It’s not that I didn’t get up to some pretty daft shenanigans when I was younger (c’mon! we all think we’re bomb-proof at 20!). But these days, there seem so many more opportunities.

The actual travelling bit, for instance. Back in “ye olden days” we bussed, sailed 6 bunk, lower deck on liners, bummed lifts with kids who had cars or hitch-hiked.

But Kirsty,Jess and Lucie have hired  a ratty old VW campervan.

Preparing to head north.

We had a couple of hours on Friday morning so I took them to my local beach…

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And up to the “pub with the million-dollar-view”

Note to  Ziggi: I did tell them it was quite a long drop onto some nasty rocks…

Mermaids?

After a light lunch, I waved them goodbye as they headed for Airlie Beach, that Whitsunday youth magnet. I hope I meet them again some day.

Oh, yes! They were tickled pink to be asked for ID at my local liquor outlet. Why was I not asked to prove I am over 18?

There may be another “break in transmission” as I get back into the print studio. But I’ll be around to read what all you others are up to!