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Things things words
As I broaden my horizons walking and mapping further and further out from the house I follow the Bow river – it feels like the artery of Canmore. The walking tracks are still icy in patches but well maintained. It was in the fifties through the seventies that the thirty miles of walking and bicycle…
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Surrounded
The mountains stand like sentinels. We are surrounded on all sides. Brooding recalcitrant structures with stone towers for guards. Looking down on this little town. Blocking the way out. As a child of the sea and the plains it is hard not to feel surrounded. Captured by these vast behemoths. When I first went to…
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Frozen Lakes and Working Dogs
Travel is fleeting. Here and gone again in a minute. I think that is why we take lots of photos when we travel. I flew into Calgary, Canada on Thursday and was lucky enough to spend a couple of nights there. It is cold and snowy but I have all the clothes for this kind…
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In Calgary! Thanks Gods.
And as usual I am awake and ready to go long before anyone (my son) else. But the tension of the last few weeks is draining right out of me. I have become a puddle. The first flight was lovely. Because they gave me an upgrade. The second flight had multiple hold ups. The captain…
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Hooligans and Shenanigans
And what on earth is a Dutch Baby? This fluffy German pancake is often called a Dutch Baby, (what?). Aunty Google tells me it is also called a Puff Pancake, Dutch Puff, Hooligan Pancake, and some call it Pannenkoeken or a Hootenanny. Hooligans We like to call it a Hooligan. Because when it puffs up…
The Kitchen's Garden 