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I have written on previous occasions (most recently at around this time last year) of the free summer music concerts most diligently and generously organised by the Brentwood Bay Community Association at Pioneer Park in Brentwood Bay. These fabulous free Wednesday evening shows run throughout July and August each year and really brighten up the mid-week, in addition to exposing us to local talent and to new (to us!) acts that we might not otherwise get to see and hear.

This year’s concerts licked off last week with Coldwater Road and continued this with the most excellent Daniel Cook and the Radiators (blessed with a really solid rhythm section) who gave us a great evening. Full details of the program and links to the bands’ sites can be found on the BBCA website.

The big news for 2018 (as trailed heavily in the post of last year mentioned above) is the advent of the beautiful new stage. This has been built over the winter entirely by volunteers from funds raised by the community association. The result is absolutely splendid. The opportunity was taken to re-orient the park with regard to music use and the new stage is in a much better position. Before and after pictures below…

Kudos indeed to the BBCA!

Spot the difference – 2017:

Photo by Andy Dawson ReidSpot the difference – 2018:

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Photo by Andy Dawson Reid…and whilst on the subject

Casual readers with curious natures (should there be any such) might have found themselves scratching their heads for a second or two trying to puzzle out just why our boat is called ‘Dignity‘.

The answer – naturally – can as ever be found within the very pages of this journal (references here and here). Got it? Good – no need for me to explain further…

Now – just the other day I was pottering around on the jolly old InterWebNet (as you do!) and found myself looking up Deacon Blue’s “A ship called Dignity” once again. In the process I discovered an article from a couple of years back the headline of which suggested that Ricky Ross – the estimable lead singer and main song-writer for the band – had become really rather fed up with people naming their boats after his hit song.

As is the way of such things when I read the article I found that the true story is actually somewhat different. Ricky was expressing ‘indignation’ at the number of people who contact him to tell him that they have used the name – but without inviting him to take a trip aboard the boat in question. This can – of course – be  particularly annoying should the vessel concerned be a big’ fuck-off’ boat!

Now – should Mr Ross ever find himself on the west coast of Canada (a tour would be nice… lots of Scots here!) he really would be most welcome aboard our ‘Dignity’ – and we would happily show him some of the beautiful spots that are to be found hereabouts.

I’m not sure – however – that that is quite what he had in mind…

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…(to the other side)!

The Doors

Having for the last two years lodged the fair ship ‘Dignity‘ for a month in the summer at a marina near Sidney – on the eastern side of the Saanich Peninsula – we thought we would make a change this year and berth her on the west side – in Brentwood Bay. Regular readers will know that I am very fond of Brentwood Bay – positioned as it is on the Saanich Inlet which separates the peninsula from the main body of Vancouver Island. There are lots of interesting places to explore on this side and I look forward to visiting them.

I also very much like Portside Marina, which lies adjacent to the Mill Bay ferry terminal in Brentwood Bay. It has a slightly old-fashioned homely feel about it which works well for me.

Photo by Andy Dawson ReidPhoto by Andy Dawson ReidHere is ‘Dignity’ in her berth for the summer:

Photo by Andy Dawson ReidPhoto by Andy Dawson ReidPortside Marina shares a location with my favourite boat-builder (in the sense that I love their name – and their wooden boats) – Abernethy & Gaudin.

Photo by Andy Dawson ReidPhoto by Andy Dawson Reid

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By dint of an extraordinarily poor piece of planning on my part our trip to Montreal this May coincided exactly with the greater part of the first Intrepid Theatre festival of the year – UNO Fest. As a result, out of the ten day program of solo performances we were only able to see two shows – one at the very start of the festival and one at the end.

Much humble pie has been eaten for this faux pas and I have to report that of the many cuisines that I have enjoyed over the decades this hugely overrated dish will not be making my top ten anytime soon!

We were most happy, however, to have been able to see the wonderful Margaret McAuliffe in the Fishamble production – “The Humours of Brandon“. Mags is from Dublin and spins the tale of her attempt to become Irish Dancing’s open champion with exactly the kind of brio that one associates with her race.

The second festival of the year – OutStages – is considerably shorter, taking place over six days toward the end of June. Once again we saw two shows: this time they were both wonderful!

Up first was a rare appearance by the divine Queer Songbook Orchestra from Toronto in a show entitled “Songs of Resilience“. The conceit of the work is in the choices of popular songs made by members of the LGBTQ community and the frequently dramatic stories behind those choices. The show features guest narrators who read these submissions, to be followed by the twelve piece orchestra’s often startling re-interpretation of what might well be a familiar piece. The effect – engendered in no small degree by the excellence of the arrangements, of the musicianship and of the stunning vocal performances – is really most remarkably moving. I was not alone in wondering how nearly two and a half hours passed in a flash, leaving us wanting much, much more.

More concerning the QSO – including full recordings of their wonderful music – can be found on their website.

OutStages was closed by Peale Harbour’s extraordinary “Chautauqua“. Pearle is a drag queen also from Toronto (the creation of Justin Miller), and the show may best be summed up in words from her own publicity:

“Chautauqua is an immersive extravaganza: part cabaret, part tragicomedy, part Tent Revival. There’s music, sing-a-longs, puppet shows and even an exorcism! The world may be falling apart, but Pearle will show you that there’s more that unites us than divides us.”

From the moment that we were ushered into Pearle’s tent – ‘pitched’ on the stage of the Metro Studio – and directed to sit in pre-ordained places on backless benches, it was clear that this was going to be an unusual experience. That it was as memorable as it proved to be was in great part down to Pearle’s extraordinary stage presence. As Jennifer Enchin reported on “Mooney on Theatre”:

“She promised us that by the end of the night, we will be rid of all of our pain and sorrows. I’ll tell you one thing, with stage presence like that — I would believe pretty much anything this woman told me.”

More information, as ever, here:

Many thanks once again to Intrepid Theatre – and in particular to Executive Director Heather Lindsay and to Marketing and Development Manager Sean Guist who curated UNO Fest and OutStages respectively – for bringing such amazing talent to Victoria and for making us so very happy to be living here.

Ta muchly!

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“My favorite exercise is a cross between a crunch and the lunge. It’s LUNCH!”

Anonymous

Shortly after we arrived in Canada three years ago the Kickass Canada Girl persuaded me that we should join a fitness class. Mercifully she found one at our local leisure centre entitled “Fabulous over Fifty“, so was able to convince me that there was a chance that we (or to be more specific, I) might not actually die as a result of our efforts. The class was run by a fearsome female Japanese Ninja who also works out the Canadian women’s rugby sevens squad in her spare time.

What could possibly go wrong?

Well – three years later I am still doing the class, though I and the indomitable group of ladies who have somehow agreed to put up with my solo male presence are now categorised as ‘advanced’ (clearly only in relative terms!).

The Girl – being now gainfully employed – no longer has time for these sessions, though she does undergo her own rigorous regimen of Pilates, Yoga and her own fitness training in the early evenings.

It cannot – in all fairness – be said that I like or enjoy exercise. I do, however, like being alive and this seems a pretty good way of remaining so for as long as possible.

As part of a recent progress assessment I was able to record the following:

  • holding plank position for 3 minutes and 17 seconds
  • performing 34 squats in 30 seconds
  • managing 36 press-ups in 30 seconds

The InterWebNet suggests that – for a man in his mid-sixties – this does demonstrate that I am still alive and kicking (to quote the song).

Having said which – I am now about to take the summer months off from my regular visits to the gym. I find that I need to let my body recover from repeated exercise every now and again and besides, there are things of a nautical nature upon which to focus.

In the meantime I will happily raise a glass and wish you all ‘good health’…

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Photo by Andy Dawson ReidShipshape and Bristol Fashion : in good order; efficiently arranged”

Collins English Dictionary

For those interested in the origin of this splendidly quaint phrase Wikipedia is helpful as ever:

“The saying in today’s form has been recorded as early as 1840 (“shipshape” alone being about 200 years older). The term developed most likely in view of the port of Bristol (in the UK) which had (before the Floating Harbour was constructed) a very high tidal range of 13 metres (43 ft), the second highest in the world. Ships moored in this area would be aground at low tide and, because of their keels, would fall to one side. If everything was not stowed away tidily or tied down, the results were chaotic and cargo could be spoiled.”

The phrase is most commonly used now to indicate that everything has been put well in order and I am, given the time of year, currently ensuring that such is the case with regard to the good ship Dignity before she heads for her summer moorage. As part of this preparatory effort I check that her batteries are charged, that all systems are working as they should be and that both main engine and kicker are in good shape. This last involves running them up and checking for any problems or issues.

Those familiar with marine engines and such-like may prefer to skip ahead, but for any ingenues and those otherwise interested here is a very brief guide to how such things work.

The marine engine in a planing powerboat (as opposed to a displacement vessel) of this size (20ft) could take a variety of forms, but is most usually a petrol (gas) engine either in the form of an outboard or an inboard/outboard (sterndrive). The latter features a fixed power unit within the boat and a steerable transmission ‘leg’ which transfers the drive through the hull to the prop. Neither of these types requires a separate rudder, since steering is effected by turning the whole drive unit.

Dignity has a sterndrive – a Volvo Penta Aquamatic with a 280 outboard drive. This lump is based on a big V8 Chrysler block which has found its way into many marine engines over an extended period. Though the basic internals of a marine petrol engine are similar to those of a car or truck engine, everything else is different. That starts with the cooling system.

In a car the coolant that circulates through the engine block to carry away the heat generated therein passes through a heat exchanger in the form of the radiator. This relies on air flow to take the heat out of the coolant. For a marine engine – often buried in the bowels of a boat – there is no equivalent air flow. There is – however – a  lot of cold water just outside the hull.

The simplest thing would surely be to pump water into the boat, pass it through the engine block and discharge it again overboard. This is not feasible, however, since the corrosion caused by water – and in particular salt water – would kill the engine block in short order. The sea or lake water is instead passed through another form of heat exchanger which is in turn part of a sealed coolant system similar to that used in a car engine. To make everything more self-contained the water is pumped in through vents in the outboard drive and returned to the sea (or lake) by similar means.

This complex system involves all manner of flexible pipes and tubes which must be maintained in good working order – for if it is not and one of the hoses fails the result will most likely be the ingress of a whole bunch of water into the boat itself. This sort of thing clearly couldn’t happen to a car on the M25, but even if it could it would not cause the vehicle to sink!

I trust that all is clear thus far?

Now – running the engine whilst the boat is on land naturally requires that a source of water be provided if it is not to overheat. In the image above you can see a hose feeding water through a device that looks like a pair of ear-muffs into the vents near the bottom of the sterndrive (which is in its raised position) and the spent water being ejected from higher up the leg. This mechanism also comes in very useful when taking the boat out of the salt-chuck, because it is essential to flush out as much salt water as possible before storing the boat – for the same corrosive reasons mentioned above.

OK – I think that is about enough boatery for the time being – though as my head is now firmly in nautical mode I can’t promise that it will be the last word on the matter.

 

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Photo: Myrabella / Wikimedia Commons / CC BY-SA 4.0Way back in the dim and distant… (before, even, the Kickass Canada Girl and I had landed upon these verdant shores) I posted an item to this blog entitled ‘A Sense of Place‘. Should you care to refresh your memory (hah!) of that inestimable entry you will (re)discover that it included a description of how I came to learn of the wonderful works of Kwakwaka’wakw carver and First Nation chief – Beau Dick.

The piece included a link to a YouTube clip which contained a trailer for an as yet unfinished documentary on Beau Dick which was at that point still in the process of creation by Vancouver gallery owner – LaTiesha Fazakas – and her  co-director – Natalia Tudge. I contacted them by email to enquire as to when the film might be completed and was advised that they were hoping so to do later that same year.

That was in January 2015!

The next reference within these pages to Beau was a less happy one, on the occasion of his sad and untimely death in March last year. This was widely reported at the time and  many who were not previously aware of his work and achievements may well have been enlightened as a result of that unhappy event.

Finally, late last year I received notice that the documentary had at last been completed and was to be shown in the Vancouver International Film Festival. There were also to be other screenings – in Vancouver and elsewhere – but none that I could readily attend. Then – in the spring of this year – I learned that the documentary was to be released on DVD. Hoorah! When we were in Vancouver last month – on the occasion of the Paul Simon concert to which I have made previous reference – I found my way to the Fazakas Gallery and purchased a copy.

You might well grumble at this point that – even should you be interested – this does not help you very much. This is true. However, last night the documentary was also aired on CBC. Again – my apologies for not having given prior notice of this within these meanderings. I had heard that it was to be aired but not when. I only discovered yesterday that that was indeed to be the day.

The documentary can be found – however – here on the CBC website.  Now – I can stream it thence but I’m afraid I have no idea if it will work abroad, or how long it will be available there. Give it a go and let me know.

Needless to say it is well worth viewing. Beautifully crafted and most evocative – not to mention thought-provoking.

 

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After a considerable period during which the summer attempted in only a somewhat lacklustre fashion to get properly started… now, suddenly, here it is! Temperatures kicked up by six or seven degrees Celsius almost overnight and the sun is now truly hot.

Nice!

We entertained friends on Saturday evening last and it was the first occasion this year on which we were able comfortably to sit out late on our now year-old deck. Indeed, ’twas so balmy that we stayed out ’til midnight or thereabouts, clad only in t-shirts, shorts and summer dresses (as appropriate to our genders and inclinations!). A splendid evening was had by all even if we were too busy chewing the fat to venture onto the freshly mowed croquet lawn. Oh well – plenty more opportunities now that summer is truly here.

On the Sunday – and only a little worse for wear – I was on Intrepid Theatre board duty. As part of its outreach program the company mans a feature at a number of Victoria public events. On this occasion it was ‘Car Free Day’, for which one of the city’s main thoroughfares – Douglas Street – is closed to vehicular traffic and given over to all manner of stalls and amusements. Next month it will be ‘Pride’ and then in August ‘Fringe Kids’ as part of the Victoria Fringe Festival.

For these events the company creates a 65 sq metre ‘Cardboard Castle’ for youngsters to paint. Those eager to express themselves are given an oversized t-shirt to cover their own clothes, a small container of poster paint in a colour of their choice and a brush, before being set loose inside the castle to cover its walls in any manner that they choose.

They may, of course, return at any point to top up with further colours and some spend a considerable amount of time creating their own masterpieces… either that or just painting each other! Either seems to work and the attraction is hugely popular, not least with parents who can come to rest for a while knowing that their offspring are safely pre-occupied within.

Golly… we are nearly at the solstice already! Now, how did that happen?

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It is that time of year when the good ship Dignity is being prepared for her summer sojourn in one of the local marinas, so that we may enjoy as much as possible the delights of being on the water during the dog days… though it has to be said that the weather has not yet quite made the grade (at least as far as those of us who are decidedly fair-weather sailors are concerned).

Now, Dignity is no spring chicken – having been built in 1978 – and thus inevitably usually requires a certain amount of TLC at the start of the season. Her trailer is of an indeterminate age, but has itself clearly been around the block more than once! I have tried very hard over the last couple of years not to look too closely at it; and in particular at the brakes. I had a sneaking suspicion – the which I did not want confirmed – that they were in a condition that rendered them fit only for show (and only just for that!).

The trailer does considerably less miles than does the boat, being limited to a trundle down to the nearby boat launch and back a couple of times a year. I take things very gently and – to be frank – the Lexus has more than enough brake-age for both vehicle and tow-load.

The trailer is however (or was!) fitted with surge brakes. These comprise a hydraulic master cylinder built into the coupling which feeds brake cylinders on two of the the wheel hubs. When the towing vehicle slows the forward momentum of the boat and trailer effectively apply the trailer brakes through this mechanism. One of the big drawbacks of surge brakes, of course, is that the same physics applies when one tries to reverse the trailer, which is less than helpful.

Anyway, I finally figured that it was time to bite the bullet and to make a closer inspection of the trailer brakes. A perfunctory examination revealed that they were indeed non-functional. The hydraulic lines had completely corroded and any remaining fluid therein had seeped away. The brake drums and hubs were also corroded to the point that I doubted the existing brakes could easily be made to function again.

Two possibilities came to mind. I could just strip the brakes out and manage without them. A furtive peak on the InterWebNet (though half-closed eyes and with fingers firmly crossed) sadly confirmed my worst fears. For a boat and trailer of Dignity’s weight brakes are a legal requirement… in BC at any rate. Hmmm!

The next best option – if Dignity was ever to be moved again – was to replace the dead hubs and brakes with shiny new electric brakes. The Lexus has a big advantage in this regard in that its tow-pack already has a controller built in to it and it is simply a case of picking up the necessary pin on the seven-way connector. The legislation – with the sort of overkill that probably does actually have its origins in common-sense – also requires that a breakaway mechanism be fitted. Frankly – if boat and trailer not only break free of the coupling but also destroy the required robust safety chains as well I doubt if a couple of drum brakes are going to stop it causing serious havoc – but the law is the law! A battery based mechanism with a safety strap and switch were duly also acquired.

The illustration above shows the new hubs, bearing, electric brakes and breakaway kit. I’m not saying that installation was straightforward; indeed a fair bit of cussing was involved – not to mention one seriously bruised finger on an occasion on which I was spectacularly careless with a club hammer – but all has been fitted and appears to be functioning.

Fingers crossed (including the damaged one) – all systems go!

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“Creation from chaos is natural. We’ve come to a place where we’ve realized that we have this actual physical need to create things. We’ve discovered that we hate people en masse, we’re sick of homogenized culture, and these realizations have left holes in our hearts. We create to fill those holes, to be able to sleep at night knowing we’ve done something, even a small something, to confront the manufactured culture that is currently being churned out.”

Renee Rigdon

Those who touch base on a regular basis with these mildly mischievous meanderings will be in no doubt as to my personal views with regard to the necessity – the urgency even – of the creative process to the health, happiness and fulfillment of our spirits and souls. Whether or not we might – as Renee Rigdon suggests – actually ‘hate people en masse” it is quite clear that our creativity – shared or solo – enables us to connect with one another on a considerably more intimate and joyful level – to come to know each other through that which matters most to us.

We are blessed in this corner of the world to have a burgeoning arts scene and an abundance of those for whom the practice of creation is woven deeply into their existences. In communities such as these the commercialisation of creation – whilst naturally still a factor in some cases – is of considerably less import that it is in the big cities. You might demur – suggesting perhaps that my spectacles have lenses of a rosy hue – but that is how it seems to me.

This past weekend we entertained The Girl’s mother – she having driven down from Nanaimo and hopped over on the Mill Bay ferry. It was also the weekend of the ArtSea Spring Studio Tour – a community arts council event for which artists local to the northern reaches of the Saanich peninsula open their studios and processes to visitors. We determined to venture forth to discover what might be on offer.

I have made previous mention of MacTavish Academy of Art – which splendid re-purposing of a redundant elementary school is but a short hop from us. They were hosting an eclectic assemblage of artists and crafts-people for whom opening their own premises was not an option and included in that number were friends of ours; a mother and daughter – Wendy and Sarah Simpson – who are both jewellery designers and fabricators. We spend a most happy half-hour with them chewing the fat and investigating the wares on show at the various booths before moving on.

Crossing the peninsula to the west side we visited Jerry Anderson’s wood carving studio, where up to a dozen carvers regularly assemble to create life-size wooden replicas of birds and wildfowl. Mr Anderson had been a boat builder by trade before retirement and he showed us a number of wonderful scale models that he had built – including that of a 45 foot ketch upon which he and his wife had at one time lived.

The Girl’s parents were themselves great sailors and it amused – though not surprised – us to discover that Mr Anderson was well acquainted with the builder of their last traditional wooden sailboat. Like them he and his wife had also been residents for a period on one of the Gulf Islands and we enjoyed a most pleasant conversation that covered birds, boats, island life, shoes, ships and sealing wax – and all manner of other things.

If this gently meandering post can actually be said to have a point I feel sure that it is this: there is something about corners of the world such as these that attract those for whom creativity is a key part of the process of discovering themselves and their relationships with others. For the most part these explorations are carried out with the utmost gentleness and lightness of touch… all of which makes community life is such parts most rewarding and enjoyable.

Much more than this one cannot not reasonably ask…

 

 

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