Nine Months in BC
Oh, and more snow!
Happy New Year all. We find it hard to believe it was nine months ago today that we arrived in a locked-down Canada, having departed a locked-down UK.
We have vivid memories of arriving at a deserted Heathrow airport and going straight to the front of a check-in desk, nobody in security (so much so the security manager was keen to joke and chat and show off his new technology) and then on to an empty Air-Canada aircraft to Toronto. The only brief delay was the Canadian embassy official checking we were legitimately allowed to travel under their pandemic constrained reuniting family policy.
[Note to friends wanting to move to Canada, export one of your youngsters, get them to apply for Permanent Residency and then they can sponsor you to apply under their reuniting family schemes].
On arrival in Toronto, getting through immigration, Covid testing and transport queues to our designated quarantine hotel was amazingly well organized, though slow. The quarantine hotel accommodation was comfortable, the food a disaster area and no booze!! Our negative Covid tests came through quickly and we were efficiently forwarded to Vancouver for our final 11 days of quarantine and Jack's arrival.
Gibsons Marina |
Our house in the UK has since been sold and our possession are shortly to be shipped to Canada.
Separated from many years of accumulated personal possessions we find we have less sentimental attachment to them now and wish we'd disposed of more and shipped less. Life is not, we have decided, about the possessions and assets we have accumulated, familiar and comfortable though they may be but more about where we are and who we're with.
No dabbling today - walking on water |
We discovered the answer to that on Saturday afternoon with a walk down around Gibsons Harbour and Marina. It was already cold enough! Some boats are being reported as 'stuck' when Fred checked out the local FB pages.
It is, apparently a fairly rare event and I am trying to ascertain if and when it last occurred.
Ice-bound boats |
I'm not sure I have seen a frozen sea before though it will do so at about -1.8c. I had assumed with all the salt it would need to be colder.
New Year's Eve was a subdued affair, a small party we'd been invited to was cancelled due to Covid and there were no fireworks or church bells to ring in the new year. We had got used to both in Burbage.
Instead, on the stroke of midnight, the ferry that was berthed for the night down at the terminal below us, ahead of the daily 0620 sailing, sounded its foghorn for about 30 seconds which raised Jack and us from our slumbers. It's not just one horn, there is one at either end of the ship, and with both sounding off it was loud enough to wake the dead! I suspect most of Gibsons would have heard it!
Today, Mon Jan 3rd, is a Public Holiday and though many shops are open, smaller traders have taken the day off. The Christmas tree is down, the decorations safely stored away and we are rather looking forward to a return to normal after the Christmas period. At the end of our road and ahead of a busy return to the mainland the snow plough is out clearing the overflow carpark which is more like a skating rink and lethal to walk across. The local roads have gone from that lovely white pristine snow to the dirty slushy piles ploughed to the side of the road.
An overcast and grey West Howe Sound |
An arriving BC ferry - they will be busy today with vacationers returning to Vancouver |
Welcome to 2022 - can't wait to see you both and all the places you have shared piccies about
ReplyDeleteWith luck the snow will have gone!
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