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There is much to see in the Banff and Jasper National Parks. Aside from Banff itself one would probably wish to devote some time at least to the following: Johnston Canyon, the Lake Louise Gondola, Lake Louise itself, Moraine Lake, the Icefields Parkway, the Athabasca Falls and Jasper.

On our recent trip to the Rockies The Girl and I had three days in Banff and one in Jasper and we aimed to cover as much of this as was feasible. Naturally The Girl came up with the smart solution. ‘Hop On Banff‘ operate a clever schedule with a couple of old yellow school buses which enables one to choose which sights one wishes to see and in which sequence. As you might expect – given The Girl’s involvement – this all went very well.

This first batch of images takes as its subject the Johnston Canyon.

Photo by Andy Dawson ReidPhoto by Andy Dawson ReidPhoto by Andy Dawson ReidPhoto by Andy Dawson ReidPhoto by Andy Dawson ReidI was most taken with the elevated walkways which extend more than a kilometre and a half up to the lower falls. As can be seen from the photos the engineering feat that enables one to walk through the heart of the canyon – above the raging torrent – is most impressive. Construction must have been a spectacularly difficult task, but now results in an easy stroll practically through the heart of the rapids.

Photo by Andy Dawson ReidPhoto by Andy Dawson ReidBeing out in the heart of nature we were – naturally – seeking wildlife. Armed with bear-spray and a little learning (dangerous!) we were on the lookout for eagles, ravens, moose and bears!

Not a one! Plenty of these cheeky little chaps, though.

Photo by Andy Dawson ReidNo – not a chipmunk (though quite similar in appearance). This chap is a ground squirrel – and there are gazillions of them in the mountains.

Bold as brass, too!

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As trailed in my last post The Girl and I recently returned from our splendid adventure in the Rocky Mountains, the which also featured (as part of the full supporting program) exploration of some much loved parts of Vancouver Island. As promised in that post am now in a position to offer the gentle reader, over these next few weeks, a selection of images from that trip.

Having flown to Calgary and transferred by bus, we kicked off our tour in Banff – whence came these initial images:

Photo by Andy Dawson ReidPhoto by Andy Dawson ReidPhoto by Andy Dawson ReidPhoto by Andy Dawson ReidPhoto by Andy Dawson ReidAs expected, Banff was dramatic and striking. What I had not anticipated was that it would also be as crowded as it was.The fact that the G7 summit was to take place in the environs the week after our visit went some way to explaining the crowds – as did the huge media conference in progress at the iconic Banff Springs Hotel.

Photo by Andy Dawson ReidThe town’s restaurants and bars thronged each night with media executives frantically hawking their wares to each other. Leaving such matters to the gentle reader’s imagination I will head rapidly for the tranquility of the surrounding national parks.

Before I move on, however, a quick shout out to the exquisite Beaujolais Boutique B&B at Thea’s House.

Photo by Andy Dawson ReidThis was one of The Girl’s finds – naturally – and she will certainly be doing a full review of it later which I may well feature on this forum. We cannot praise them enough for the lengths to which they went to ensure that our trip started well.

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Photo by Andy Dawson Reid“Many a trip continues long after movement in time and space have ceased”.

John Steinbeck

Back at the top of the year, in my customary “What are we planning for the new year?” posting, I wrote – amongst other things:

“We are hoping to host some friends this year – which is always fun when it also turns into a holiday for us”

I am delighted to report that – following a considerable period of discussion and an even more extended phase of planning – the visit has duly taken place and did – as posited above – turn into a holiday for the Girl and I just as much as it did for our guests. I think it is safe to say that we all had a great time.

In the course of our pre-visit discussions – the aim of which was to establish what might be seen, done and otherwise experienced in order that we all feel that the visit had been a success – we settled on the fact that – The Girl apart (who, naturally, has history of her own in such matters) – none of us had visited the awesome Rocky mountains and their surroundings from the Albertan perspective. We might have approached them from British Columbia – flown over them on our way to the coast and even gazed at then from afar from the environs of Calgary or Edmonton. We had not, however, traversed them  – and in particular we had not done so by train!

These – and other omissions – we set out to rectify on this excursion. The results of our endeavours may be measured by viewing subsequent posts in which I will share the photographic evidence of our meanderings.

 

 

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Those who know me well – and who have perhaps followed these jottings for a while – will doubtless be wondering why I have made so little comment of late on the subject of Rugby Football. The fact of the matter is that I have tried to be careful not to bore the gentle reader; recognising that rugby does not inspire the same passion in everyone.

Also, I could not help but notice that my missives were tending to follow well worn tracks – celebrating (on occasion) or bemoaning (more often) the successes and failures of the teams that The Girl and I follow. Scotland find themselves these days with a decent team of worthy internationals, yet still they show little sign of winning any of the competitions in which they ply their trade.

Since our visit to Twickenham back in 2015 (the year that we came to Canada) to watch Bath lose the Premiership final to the unlovely Saracens, the club’s fortunes have been mixed… to put it mildly! A couple of years back it was only the organisational after-effects of the Covid pandemic that saved Bath from relegation.

But since then!… what a turnaround… what a revelation…!

Two years ago Bath recruited Johann van Graan as their Director of Rugby. Johann set about rebuilding the famous Bath side of old – recruiting such luminaries as the captain – Ben Spencer – and the mercurial Scottish fly-half – Finn Russell. Bath’s results improved immediately.

In the Premiership final 2024 (van Graan’s first season in charge) Bath narrowly lost to Northampton. This year they finally (once again!) hit gold. They topped the Premiership by 11 clear points with three rounds to spare. They won the Premiership Rugby Cup in March – beating Exeter 48:41. They won the European Challenge Cup – beating Lyon 37:12 in Cardiff in April. Finally they beat old rivals Leicester for the Premiership title itself – winning 23:21 at Twickenham in June.

Well! It has been a very long time since such celebrations have been in order. Congratulations to all concerned and many grateful thanks from long term Bath Rugby enthusiasts.

Come on you Bath!!

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Things might appear to have been a little quiet on the Anam Danu front of late – since the release back in October last of our fourth album – ‘Euphoria‘. Well, that’s the way it might look, but in actual fact there has a constant stream of activity that will eventually surface as new releases, new directions and new developments.

As a case in point we are about to release a new single!

Winds of Change‘ is a song that was written back in 2019 and which appeared on our eponymous first album. As part of our general re-working of songs for potential live performance we decided that the track was even more relevant now than when we first wrote and recorded it – and that we should re-visit the song.

This we have duly done and we hope that you will agree that it has come out rather well. Herewith the notes that I wrote regarding the track back in 2019.

I was watching a documentary on the TV (I forget now the exact subject!) but something in it reminded me of MacMillan’s ‘Wind of change’ speech, The phrase not only stuck in my mind but immediately turned itself into a melodic motif. Within a couple of days it had grown organically into a complete song.

‘Winds of Change’ started with the now familiar image of the haze of smoke in the air from the wildfires that are these days a feature of North American summers and grew into a protest song – not just on behalf of the climate but also encompassing the West’s apparent inability to conduct its political affairs with any degree of decorum or dignity… or competence“!

Winds of Change‘ will be released to the usual download and streaming sites on July 11th, but if you just can’t wait until then you can find it now on Bandcamp here.

Do let us know what you think.

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Brian Wilson
1942 – 2025
RIP
Takahiro Kyono from Tokyo, Japan, CC BY 2.0 , via Wikimedia Commons

Whenever I post one of these messages lamenting the loss of one of the great figures of my (or the adjacent) generation(s) I do so with sadness but also with gratitude for their influence as ‘hero’ figures throughout my formative years. My aim is to compose something that captures their personal importance to me.

Sometimes, however, no words can be found truly capable of expressing the extent of the loss.

To those of us who reached the age of majority in the late sixties and early seventies and who harboured ambitions to become songwriters, Brian Wilson was – and will always remain – a seminal figure. Should the gentle reader be unaware of his greatness all that he or she need do is to listen to the music.

I need say no more…

Rest in peace

I may not always love you
But long as there are stars above you
You never need to doubt it
I’ll make you so sure about it
God only knows what I’d be without you

If you should ever leave me
Though life would still go on believe me
The world could show nothing to me
So what good would living do me
God only knows what I’d be without you

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A month or so back – as chilly March gave way to marginally less intemperate April and the end of what may well prove to be my last term of teaching fast approached – I received an email from one of the international students on my course… asking for an extension.

This is by no means unusual; the rapid approach of final exams increases the pressure on individual students, some of whom start to regret not having managed their time more effectively earlier in the term. Desperation starts to creep in.

In this instance, however, the student was definitely unwell – and a simple request for extra time rapidly turned into something rather more extreme as he was admitted to the Royal Jubilee Hospital here in Victoria. A forwarded letter from the doctor there soon revealed that the student had somehow contracted TB and was unable either to sit the final exam or to finish the outstanding coursework.

Now, I had thought that TB was a thing of the past – and that may well be so in many parts of the world. I gather that children in BC are no longer these days inoculated against TB. I certainly was as a youngster back in the late 1960s. There was a BCG program delivered through schools in the UK and I was duly vaccinated when I turned thirteen years of age.

I was a little taken aback, therefore, to receive – a few weeks after the student’s original request – a call from the Royal Jubilee TB clinic. I (and, presumably, others from the student cohort concerned) were requested to attend the TB clinic twice in a three day period – to be checked for infection and to have applied the necessary measures to stamp out any possible outbreak.

Now, I didn’t expect to have been infected – even though my vaccination was a very long time ago. The likelihood of my having been exposed to a dangerous contact was also extremely slim, but I still had to make the trek into the city – to find a place to park (always non-trivial in hospital car parks) – to twiddle my thumbs nervously whilst awaiting my turn for the brief but effective consult… and then to do it all again two days later.

Anyway – the thing that I am sure the gentle reader really cares about…

…I don’t have TB!

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“Sir, a woman’s preaching is like a dog’s walking on his hind legs. It is not done well; but you are surprised to find it done at all.”

Samuel Johnson

A couple of days back The Girl and I drove up island to the small but quaint town of Ladysmith – to luncheon with The Girl’s mother. It was a splendidly sunny day and we had a really good time on the Mill Bay ferry, cruising up the Trans-Canada Highway and enjoying a very agreeable lunch in a somewhat unexpected ‘English’ pub called the Fox and Hounds, the which is in the middle of Ladysmith.

It will probably come as little surprise to anyone who knows where we live that ‘authentic’ UK and Irish pubs can be located quite readily on the island – and they do tend to be pretty good facsimiles of those across the pond. This one offered home-made steak and kidney pies (long time since I indulged!) which were more than satisfactory. They also did a really rather splendid sticky toffee pudding (particularly excellent when they acceded to our request for additional toffee sauce)!

Yum!

On the way back to the ferry we saw on the road something that I have never seen before. A dude passed us on the highway on a big bike – and on the pillion seat there sat a big dog! The dog was wearing some sort of harness – though I couldn’t make out the details – and had his front paws on the dude’s shoulders so that he could see the road ahead…

…and ‘Yes!’ – the dog was wearing goggles!

I would love to have been able to take a photo, but neither dude nor dog where hanging around – and we had a ferry to narrowly miss (though we did have a most pleasant wait in the sun for the next crossing).

When I got home I leapt upon the InterWebNet to see if I could locate a suitable image to head up this post. What I found was – of course – that our sighting was by no means a rarity and that dogs on bikes are quite a thing.

Who knew?

Any road – here are a few snaps taken in Mill Bay whilst we lounged about waiting for the ferry.

Photo by Andy Dawson ReidPhoto by Andy Dawson ReidPhoto by Andy Dawson ReidPhoto by Andy Dawson ReidPhoto by Andy Dawson Reid

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Hush!

“Time says hush: by the gong of time you live. Listen and you hear time saying you were silent long before you came to life and you will again be silent long after you leave it, why not be a little silent now? Hush yourself, noisy little man. Time hushes all: the gong of time rang for you to come out of the hush and you were born. The gong of time will ring for you to go back to the same hush you came from. Winners and losers, the weak and the strong, those who say little and try to say it well, and those who babble and prattle their lives away, time hushes all”.

Carl Sandburg

This is my very favourite time of the year. I love how verdant are the woods – how lush is the undergrowth and how still are the trees once the winter winds have abated. These images from Centennial Park in Saanichton here on the peninsula.

Photo by Andy Dawson ReidPhoto by Andy Dawson ReidPhoto by Andy Dawson ReidPhoto by Andy Dawson ReidPhoto by Andy Dawson ReidI love that someone took the time to turn this fallen tree into a little piece of art. I love that they did so again when the first version slowly decayed and returned to nature.

Photo by Andy Dawson Reid

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Original public domain image from Wikimedia Commons

“One of the best pieces of advice I ever got was from a horse master. He told me to go slow to go fast. I think that applies to everything in life. We live as though there aren’t enough hours in the day but if we do each thing calmly and carefully we will get it done quicker and with much less stress”

Viggo Mortensen

In my last post – a somewhat impressionistic piece entitled “Hard and Fast” – I attempted to put into words the unforseen and unlooked for feeling that – though we really are both now retired (at present, anyway) – the pace, complexity and severity of current events across the globe has inhibited us from experiencing that state as the anticipated relaxing pay-off for a demanding life of work.

As one might expect this sensation is by no means the result purely of external forces and influences. The Girl and I are in the habit of synchronising our calendars monthly, in the vain hope of not getting caught out by some event that one or other of us should have known about but had forgotten. We are somewhat perplexed by the discovery that the quantity of such events has is increased rather than diminished since we came ‘to rest’.

In my ‘start of the year’ post – back in January I wrote this with regard to our plans for the year:

These things, however, we are anticipating:

  • A week in Puerto Vallarta in Mexico, during the College’s reading week in February. Right now The Girl and I both need to feel some sun on our shoulders
  • Some overdue maintenance on our lovely home. We need a new hot water tank; the roof needs to be de-mossed; I am contemplating putting underfloor heating in my studio and we are long overdue in making a start on dealing with some of the clutter that seems to accumulate through modern living
  • We are hoping to host some visitors this year – which is always fun when it also turns into a holiday for us
  • There will be music-making – no doubt – and I may serve a turn on the executive of the Peninsula Players (who presented the pantomime with which I was lately involved
  • We will definitely aim to entertain in our garden just as much as the weather allows

The splendid week in Mexico has already been well and truly reported upon in my February posts.

We have been busily engaged in carrying out the second element of the schedule. The new water tank has been installed (providing us with copious quantities of gloriously hot water on demand. The roof has been cleared of moss (well overdue – but better late than never) and we have made a powerful start on simplifying our lives by stripping away many of the unneeded accoutrements that have found their way into our home whilst we were looking the other way.

Last year at around this time I was obliged to replace the device (called a ‘backflow preventer’) which stops water from our irrigation system from backing up into the public water main. This year I found that the ancient semi-manual controller for the system had finally given up the ghost and I had little choice but to purchase and install a swanky new digital device. As is usual at this time of year the garden requires a serious sprint on my part to try to catch up with all of the uncontrolled growth that has taken place whilst yet we sheltered from the late winter storms raging outside our windows.

Music making continues and, as predicted, I am serving a turn on the executive of our local community theatre.

So – busy, busy, busy! For further news on these and the other items on our list – watch this space.

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