as i drove down from the ferry terminal i was back in the green fields, rolling meadows & lush countryside of southern England - it was only the site of a big boxy, bland WalMart store & trucks on the road the size of small buses that told me i was actually on the Saanichton peninsuar of Vancouver Island
i was on the way to Victoria, the distinctly English flavoured city on the southern tip of this big island & in the evening dusk it reminded me of an upscale seaside town with it's olde world pubs and ivy clad hotels
suffice to say that we'll be making a special effort to come here this summer, it looks like a great place to visit & naff as they may be the allure of an olde world English pub is strong for an Englishman somewhat missing his beer gardens & stout yeomans of the bar
it seems that it's snowing tonight in Canmore, so i'll content myself by sitting here smugly in the balmy, salty air & watch the sun go down over the Pacific & savour a whiff of good olde England
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