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“I like the ephemeral thing about theatre, every performance is like a ghost – it’s there and then it’s gone”.

Maggie Smith

This post brings up to date my recent communication regarding the theatrical events that we were lucky enough to attend this year.

Back in the day – a goodly period before The Girl and I finally relocated to Victoria – we had, nonetheless, commenced a series of visits to British Columbia as part of what one might consider a softening up process prior to actually getting down to the business of emigrating.

On one of these expeditions we spent a few nights in Vancouver and took advantage of the opportunity to attend a performance at the annual Shakespeare event – ‘Bard on the Beach‘ – which takes place in Vanier Park overlooking English Bay.

On a few select nights of the year the performances co-incide with the spectacular “Festival of Light” firework displays over English Bay – and one may so order things that the performance of the play (“A Midsummer Night’s Dream” in this instance) might be book-ended by a thoroughly decent repast and the joyous release of pyrotechnics.

This we duly did…

In the ten years since we moved to Canada, however, we had not – until this year – repeated any part of that experience.

The reasons for this come down largely to logistics and the expense of the trip. Vancouver is close enough to us as the raven flies (or as the orca swims) but when one factors in the show itself and eating and the time it takes for everything to happen one usually ends up booking a hotel room for a night or two and making a proper junket of it…

…which all costs money!

This year our attention was drawn to a production of “Two Gentlemen of Verona”  re-set in the 1980s. Reviews were good and – even though we could not make any of the firework evenings work – we decided that we wanted to see the show. The Girl being who she is she immediately applied herself – and came up with a cunning plan!

It worked like this:

We would drive to Swartz Bay (10 minutes) and park the car. We would then sail to Tsawwassen on the mainland (90 minutes) – as foot passengers on the ferry. Having arranged for an Uber to pick us up at the terminal we would be whisked to Vanier Park in time for a quick lunch at the festival site and a matinee of the show. Afterwards it was a simple matter of reversing the process (eating on the ferry home) and turning a major expedition into a mere day out.

Well – everything worked out exactly as planned and we found ourselves still pleasantly fresh upon our arrival home.

“But what of the show?” – I hear you cry…

The show was a lot of fun and, as I say, the reviews were positive. These extracts are from from Julie Hammonds (author of ‘Blue Mountain Rose‘):

  • The Play: The Two Gentlemen of Verona
  • Hot Quote: “They do not love that do not show their love.”  ~Julia
  • The Stage: An elaborate set in a walled circus tent, with a view of distant mountains and sky. The audience sits comfortably in padded chairs on risers, with excellent sightlines.
  • Memorable for: The ending, which I won’t spoil. I want to! But I won’t.
  • With apologies to all the excellent human actors, the Scene-stealer Award goes to Mason the Dog (playing Crab), who yawned during Launce’s first long speech and brought the house down. I suspect dogs have been stealing this show since the first performance.

With a set splashed in bubblegum colors, costumes straight from the Jane Fonda Workout, and visual references to movies like Say Anything (1989), Vancouver’s Bard on the Beach delivers a joyful, nontraditional take on The Two Gentlemen of Verona. A 1980s aesthetic infuses the production. Boom boxes pound out the Billboard Hot 100 circa 1985. The female leads, Julia and Sylvia, wear long, curly side ponytails that would make Madonna proud. The hilarious Scott Bellis plays Launce as Doc from Back to the Future.

The male leads, Proteus and Valentine, are teenagers on their first trip away from home. Love and loss, friendship and jealousy are in play, but the stakes seem low because unlike in other Shakespeare plays, these aren’t kings and queens. They’re just kids taking risks, disobeying their parents, and learning that we can hurt people we love with our words and actions.

Angie Rico of ‘Stir‘ adds this with regard to the play’s troublesome ending:

One of the queasier legacies of vintage teen movies is how often they brushed past consent for the sake of comedy. The original ending of the The Two Gentlemen of Verona carries a similar kind of whiplash: a near-assault, quickly forgiven, and everyone paired off like nothing happened. This production, without adding a single line to the ending, shifts the whole tone subtly but decisively, and to more satisfying effect. 

So – good show all round!

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It’s there…

“I like the ephemeral thing about theatre, every performance is like a ghost – it’s there and then it’s gone”.

Maggie Smith

As promised but a few posts back – herewith a brief disquisition (please forgive the contradiction in terms – it feels longer than it is!) on our theatrical experiences thus far this year.

Regular attendees to this forum will be well aware that The Girl and I have always been avid theatre goers. Indeed, one of the things that we really do miss from the Old Country is the sheer extent, variety and boldness of the theatrical fare on offer in London and elsewhere in the UK.

With a considerably smaller oeuvre upon which to call it is perhaps inevitable that, on occasion, we find ourselves a little disappointed by the quality and vision of the offerings here in Victoria. We are enthusiasts for The Belfry Theatre and continue to hold season tickets there, but we find the programming to be, on occasion, uneven and the theatre’s perhaps understandable emphasis on contemporary Canadian writing to feel somewhat parochial.

We did, however, enjoy Anosh Irani’s “Behind the Moon” back at the start of the year and, even more so, the most recent production; Michael Healey’s clever political comedy, “1979“. This brilliantly written and acted piece would have been entertaining regardless, but to one such as I – a neophyte when it comes to Canadian political history – this examination of the political career of Canada’s youngest prime minister, Joe Clark, was fascinating and inevitably prescient. As a theatrical device I particularly enjoyed the manner in which the projected captions had a voice all of their own.

Arguably, the best production that we have seen at the Belfry thus far this year was not one of their own at all. Two Victoria companies – Puente Theatre and Blue Bridge Repertory Theatre – joined forces to launch the ‘Great Works Theatre Festival‘. Of this venture they say:

The Great Works Theatre Festival is a ground-breaking new initiative dedicated to bold interpretations and adaptations of the world’s great theatrical works. By joining forces, both companies aim to enrich Victoria’s cultural landscape and foster artistic collaboration through fresh takes on timeless classics“.

The festival’s inaugural season featured two works, staged at The Belfry; Federico García Lorca’s ‘Blood Wedding‘ (in a new version by Mercedes Bátiz-Benét) and David Hirson’s 1991 comedy, ‘La Bête‘ (‘The Beast‘). We saw the latter back in August and were mightily impressed. Of the production Christine van Reeuwyk wrote in the Peninsula News Review:

David Hirson’s 1992 Olivier Award-winning comedy is set on the estate of Princess Conti in 1654 Languedoc, France. The play is an homage to the man who is considered France’s greatest playwright and satirist Jean-Baptiste Poquelin – better known by his stage name, Moliere. Revolving around the attempt by a royal patron to introduce a megalomaniac street performer and playwright into one of France’s most respected theatre ensembles, La Bete is a contemporary comic masterpiece that skewers a world that has gone mad with the thrall of ego“.

“Audiences attending La Bête will experience a virtual hurricane of words,” director Brian Richmond said in a news release. “Thoughtful words, complex words but, mostly, hysterically funny words placed in a structure of perfectly rhymed couplets that mirror the form and practice of the French theatre of the 17th century. Although utilizing the lush scenery and costumes present in France at the height of its power, we could have just as easily set the production in the City of Babel or modern day Washington, DC, so timeless is its satirical focus.”

The street performer – Valere – was played in this production by the extraordinary Britt Candide Small, who won a well deserved ovation for her delivery of the stunning 30 minute monologue in iambic pentameter which is the centrepiece of the first part of the show.

The blog – ‘Haska’s Haunt‘ – says of the production:

“Where audiences have so often seen pared down, two-hander, black box shows, the richness of this production feels almost surprising, but every detail included was utilized. Every bit of stage magic, every piece of costuming, every character was there with purpose, and it all contributed to a work that can easily be revisited and has so much to enjoy”.

“Hear, hear” – say I!

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“A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman’s birthday but never remembers her age”

Robert Frost

My last post (on the subject of the respective anniversaries of my first meeting with The Girl, of our subsequent wedding five years later and of the completion of the purchase of our splendid west coast home a decade ago) made no reference to yet another very important and particular celebration that occurs at this point in the year… that of The Girl’s birthday! The omission was because – as of the date of posting – the day concerned had not yet arrived.

Well – it has now done so and indeed the day has come and gone, with appropriate festivity and indulgence. As is usually the way with such events, however, a single day is nowhere near enough to squeeze in all of the necessary celebration. We are currently, therefore, traversing the well-deserved ‘Birthday Week’ with its full program of gatherings, visits and general good cheer.

Hoorah for the Birthday Girl, say I… and many, many happy returns!

Happy birthday!

 

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“Anniversaries are like birthdays: occasions to celebrate and to think ahead, usually among friends with whom one shares not only the past but also the future”.

Zbigniew Brzezinski

Before I get stuck into the list of subjects that I have been ignoring for the past couple of months (as discussed in this last post) here is one more topic that I really should have touched upon before now.

For The Girl and I, 2025 is something of a year of significant anniversaries. When we moved to Canada back in 2015 we stayed initially (and for for several months!) with friends of ours here on the peninsula. This gave us the opportunity to search for a new home of our own – but also gave time for the shipping container loaded with all of our worldly possessions to traverse the globe before catching up with us here on the west coast.

During the summer of 2015 several months of feverish but abortive house hunting left us wondering if we were going to find ourselves with a container full of treasures but nowhere to put them. Several offers on properties fell through before we finally placed an offer on what is now our lovely home, following a single viewing on the very day that the house hit the market

A glance back at my calendar for the period reveals an event on the 29th September that is simply titled “House!“. Yes – this very day is tenth anniversary of our moving into our Canadian home.

Back at the end of July this year there was another significant celebration for The Girl and I – that of our fifteenth wedding anniversary. That event is irrevocably tied to yet another celebratory occasion – this year being the twentieth anniversary of our first having met.

I firmly believe that it is fitting to acknowledge our great good fortune by marking these milestones – even though it does also make one realise just how quickly the time is passing.

We are most grateful to have things to celebrate – and friends with whom to celebrate them – in the face of all of the troubles in this precarious world.

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OK – so today’s post-topping quote might appear at first glance to be apropos of nothing at all, but a moment or two’s reflection would surely reveal that it is, after all, entirely apposite.

I was – as usual – hunting online for a suitable aphorism with which to head this post when I came across this little gem. It made me chuckle, which is – at the end of the day – the most important thing, so in it goes!

Now – what is the post actually about?

Regular consumers of the Immigrant’s scribblings will not have failed to notice that the past few months’ worth of postings have been focused pretty much entirely on photographs of our splendid trip to and through the glorious Rocky Mountains. Given that The Girl and I have been back in Victoria since the end of June there must – clearly – have been a fair bit else about which I could – and probably should – have written.

Time to catch up. There is a fair bit to tell.

Over the summer and into the autumn we have organised for ourselves a smorgasbord of cultural experiences. Future posts will touch upon a number of theatrical events at which we have been present. The musical scene must also to be considered and reported upon. More on both of these subjects in future posts.

We are fortunate in that we have been able to spend more time in our garden than has been feasible in some recent years. Good friends have obliged us by accepting our invitations to join us in enjoying the facilities. This is, after all, the reason for us having them.

I think it would probably be a good idea for me to glance back through my calendar to check that I am not missing any other important topics. I can think of at least one matter upon which I should report – and which has been overshadowed by my  all-consuming focus on waxing lyrical about The Canadian and the Rocky Mountains.

More to come soon!

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It is high time to wrap up this extended sequence of posts that aim to offer the gentle reader a photographic glimpse of our travels in Alberta and British Columbia back at the start of the summer. These excursions will stick in our minds for a long time but one of the joys of maintaining an online journal such as this is that we can refer easily to such shared memories from many years back. Just yesterday The Girl and I were refreshing our reminiscences of a stay in the Perigord back in 2013!

Anyhow! As we came back down the island following our sojourn in Port Alberni we took time out to spend a few hours on Gabriola island. I have written a little before about our connection to this small island off the coast of the much larger one on which we live and some of these images may already be familiar – but I include them anyway for completeness.

These photos are of the incredible wave-worn rock formations on the northern tip of Gabriola island – the Malaspina Galleries. With our guests we spent a happy interlude exploring the extraordinary formations and textures that the sea and the wind have wrought over the centuries

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Nothing more to be said. Our expedition in June to Banff, Jasper, Vancouver and points north on the island was hugely enjoyable and fully lived up to the hopes and expectations that we had for it.

Happy travellers!

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“No, the safest thing is to become an island. To make your house a citadel against all the garbage and ugliness in the world. How else can you be sure of anything?”

Nickolas Butler, Shotgun Lovesongs

When we arrived back on the island from our expedition to the Rocky Mountains earlier this summer, one might have expected that to have been the end of our adventuring (for the time-being anyway). Such is not, however, in our nature and The Girl had planned and organised for us a further trip ‘up-island’.

I have written and posted photos before concerning our favourite day out on the water from Port Alberni – the voyage to Bamfield upon the supply ship the MV Frances Barkley. This will doubtless not be the last time that I post images on this subject but it is the latest such.

Enjoy:

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In my experience most new visitors to Canada have as their number one must see attraction… bears! Herewith – on the shore of the Alberni inlet – a mother with two cubs. Mission accomplished!

Photo by Andy Dawson Reid

 

 

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“Everybody loves the sound of a train in the distance
Everybody thinks it’s true”

Paul Simon

To mention crossing the Rocky Mountains by train to most travellers is probably to conjure up thoughts of the iconic ‘Rocky Mountaineer’. For those not in the know the ‘Mountaineer’ is a luxury long distance tourist train which traverses Canada from Toronto to Vancouver; broadly in the same category as the Orient Express in Europe.

Now, for my money (of which there is clearly an insufficiency!) there are two main drawbacks to the ‘Mountaineer’:

  1. it is eye-wateringly expensive
  2. on the trip across the Rockies you don’t get to sleep on the train. Passengers are shipped off to a hotel in Kamloops to re-join the next morning. Excuse me! Sleeping on the train – in motion – really is the point (for this enthusiast at least)

We travelled instead from Jasper to Vancouver on the regular ViaRail service which operates under the banner of The Canadian. Not quite as iconic perhaps, but pretty close. If you are stirred by the images of the classic stainless steel train sets that make up The Canadian you might care to check out the history and detail of the trains here.

Having boarded at the top of the morning in Jasper we spent much of the daylight part of the 24 hour journey in one of the classic domed panorama cars – the which could have been (and probably were!) designed specifically for the sweeping, dramatic landscapes of the Rockies. Then – whilst we dined in some opulence in one of the splendid restaurant cars – our day cubicle was converted into the curtained bunk berths in which we passed the hours of darkness; though not before retiring to the gorgeous curved observation car (see below) for a digestif.

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Come the next morning we awoke to find ourselves rolling gently into Vancouver.

Photo by Andy Dawson ReidPhoto by Andy Dawson ReidWell – that’s another item crossed off the bucket-list!

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“There’s something about the sound of a train that’s very romantic and nostalgic and hopeful”

Paul Simon

It occurs to me that in the course of these extensive prolixities I must at some point have explained that – during my adolescent years – my family was really quite different to many (if not most) others such. That we did not have a television during the period (the 60s) that that infernal device was the be-all and end-all of many folks entertainment (and indeed, education) is simply down to my father’s notions as to what was (and what was not) good for our minds. That we did not have a car was more prosaic, ruled out by my father’s weak eye musculature (the which resulted from a childhood illness). The thought of my mother in charge of a motor vehicle scares me even now – and it is no surprise that the very notion scared her too.

I do know for sure that I have previously recounted tales of my father’s strong pride in his Scottish ancestry and his desire – just as soon as we young ones were old enough to travel – to visit the land of our forefathers. Such was the draw of the highlands that, for the best part of the next decade, we holidayed nowhere else.

Not driving (and certainly not flying, back in those inceptive days) meant travelling by train. It is a truism that rail travel was somehow more elegant back then. The place settings in the dining cars were of porcelain, damask and silver plate; we slept in bunk beds in twin-berth sleeper compartments, waking in time to see ourselves safely across the border and into our native land.

Further, back in 2016 I wrote the following in a post entitled, “Steam“:

“In a way my first introduction to Canada came through the railway magazines that my father collected from his early life right up until he passed away. I gazed in awe at the black and white photographs of enormous North American steam engines hauling trains of apparently endless length through the staggering Rocky Mountains. I recall also being astonished that there could be a place on this earth called ‘Hope’ – and when it came to spiral tunnels and avalanche sheds… my eyes bulged and my jaw dropped in disbelief! Could I ever hope(!) to see such wonders?”

All this, of course, by way of a fanfare for perhaps the most anticipated part of our recent sojourn in the Rocky Mountains; our train journey from Jasper to Vancouver.

Here be pictures. Enjoy!

This is the Canadian National station at Jasper:

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These sights may be seen from the train:  Mount Robson – the highest peak in the Rockies

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Pyramid Creek Falls – in the Pyramid Creek Falls Provincial Park

Photo by Andy Dawson ReidA brief break in Blue River to stretch our legs:

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Whenever I inform folks – here in Canada and elsewhere – that The Girl and I spent a couple of nights in Jasper, their first instinct is to enquire about the residual damage from the 2024 wildfire. For those readers who know nothing of this dramatic event this brief detail comes from the Jasper Travel website:

“In July 2024, Jasper, experienced a historic wildfire, the largest in the past century, affecting over 32,000 hectares and causing significant damage to homes and businesses.

Despite the adversity, the town’s spirit remained strong, and recovery efforts have been swift and collaborative. While some areas were affected, much of the park’s breathtaking landscapes remain untouched, and the resilience of our community shines as we rebuild and welcome visitors back to our beloved destination.

Jasper continues to be a place of awe-inspiring wilderness, and we invite travellers to experience the beauty, adventure, and warmth that define our town as we move forward together”.

It is true that should one look closely one can plainly make out evidence of just how close the fires came to the centre of the town; in some cases into it. There is also no avoiding the sight of the temporary housing for those whose properties were sadly lost. There are also extensive ‘portakabin’ villages housing the construction crews that are rebuilding the affected parts of the community.

Whilst in Jasper we went on an evening wildlife bus tour, guided by local conservationists. These good folks were surprisingly up-beat about the damage done, explaining that such events are natural and that nature itself is capable of recovering surprisingly rapidly.

Some evidence of this positive news may be discerned in these images:

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