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  • Shades of black and white

    Shades of black and white

    Cold up here. -26C/-16F  yesterday morning. I did not go outside all day and I don’t even feel guilty. These photos were taken through the window of the slow moving shuttle as we crept up the mountain to Canmore on Christmas Eve. I hope you had a lovely day yesterday. Lots of love celi

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  • Christmas Book List (2016)

    I have arrived in Canmore after a very eventful journey. More on that later as it is Christmas Eve here and time to relax. I have completed our Christmas Book List at the very last minute. There are no pictures which will make it easier to print. I have pictures for you tomorrow – it has…

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  • Bye Bye

    Bye Bye

    Well, it looks like the actual book list is going to be a work in progress for a few days as yesterday AND the day before became very busy on the farm what with one thing and another and I did not get around to condensing your comments into a List.  However if you want to…

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  • Annual Book List request 2016

    Annual Book List request 2016

    Firstly – Thank You  for yesterday- I have many great questions to answer while I am travelling. This will be fun. Most excellent. Now the next thing on our Christmas List is our Christmas Book List! I had not forgotton. This year, because last years list got SO BIG and SO LONG (like many of you…

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  • A question?

    A question?

    Three sleeps until I climb onto a plane to Canada for the first of my winter Travels. My first trip will be up into the mountains behind Calgary, Canada. Up to Canmore, a small skiing town. My son works on the ski fields up there and also trains avalanche dogs. He has two. One of…

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  • In the night,

    In the night,

    as one lone coyote howled out on the frozen tundra (and Boo answered from THE COUCH! ), the temperatures dropped soundlessly to -12F/-24C. By midnight the wave of frigid air had rolled through and without pause the temperatures began to rise again. Not a breath of wind just this inexorable deepening then lightening of terrible…

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