A final picture from Canada

Jane and Anne - my sister and me



I have been back now for a few days and am readjusted to the time change. It is only four hours from Nova Scotia so half as bad as California. My garden looks beautiful. Pictures later. Jane Frances arrives tomorrow and we go to Poland on Friday.

Home at last

It finally happened. I arrived back on British soil yesterday morning. I came home and collapsed into bed for the afternoon. I have come back to beautiful weather and no problems or disasters at the homestead with one possible exception. There is something wrong with my computer. It is very slow and keeps popping up error messages. This is not normal behaviour for a Mac. On the bright side, my garden is looking fantastic.

There was a Festival meeting last evening. I staggered along and tried to take minutes. I will write them this morning and hope my scribblings make sense. Fortunately, I have excellent fellow committee members upon whom I can call to help me fill the gaps.

Getting closer

So far the flight for tonight is still scheduled and I even have a boarding pass in my hand (printed from the web). This being stranded thing has passed its sell by date and I'm tired of being positive. If I don't fly home tonight, that glass that is half full is going to be emptied out and refilled with wine!!

The weather here has improved and I took a long walk yesterday afternoon. I will do the same today before we leave for the two hour drive to the airport.

Hopes Dashed again

The flight I would have had tonight has been cancelled. However, I am now booked for tomorrow night, getting in on Thursday. I live in hope. I'm going to take a long walk now and Jane and I will go to a film tonight.

More pics

Gate of Heaven Cemetary
My family have one central headstone and flat stones for each of the five people buried there. Three of the flat stones were taken up, cleaned and polished. This is one of them. It was my grandfather's stone


However, two stones were nowhere to be seen until Jane found a snow scraper in her car and started digging. We found the missing two, one of which is below. It was my grandmother's stone.





This is the Halifax Citadel. This was the fortress from which the city defended itself 250 or more years ago.


This picture was taken inside the Citadel. Maybe it was a warning to me of how things would be for me in a week's time!

Update 2

I have no idea when I will be home. I have my rezzie for Tuesday but it is not looking good. So I guess I will have to occupy myself writing the great American novel.

I have posted some pictures below (with captions). Needless to say, I have lots more which I will put up in due course. We came back from Halifax yesterday. I spent Friday night in Chezzetcook with Fred. I was in a little strip mall near his house in the country and I went in to order a sandwich. I mentioned to the young girl making the sandwich that I'm from England but I'm stranded in Nova Scotia because of the volcano. She looked blank and said, "Do we have a volcano?" I explained that the volcano was in Iceland but was spewing ash all over northern Europe so planes can't fly. Blank look continues as she says, "Is that like global warming?" I gave up.

Some Pics

My sister Jane - organizing the bevvies


My nephew Mike Lennox with wife Carrie and son Cooper


Me at a party with a cute guy who isn't married but, wouldn't you know it, he's a priest


My grandparent's home in Halifax