Cara and Shaun (plus Otter the cocker spaniel) have emmigrated to the Okanagan Valley in British Columbia Canada
Friday, 29 May 2009
The Deed Is Done!
Our little cottage in lovely Lyndhurst was sold today (bargain price....grrrr!) and we are cash rich (yay!)...well for about 12 days until it all flies out of the bank account again....boo!
...now waiting to see what the exchange rate is, damn that strong canadian dollar with their secure banking system, massive oil fields and commodity rich economy! We are hoping for a 24hour plunge in consumer confidence, only 24hrs mind as we both want to keep our jobs....!
...OUR jobs? Oh yes, I'm back in the world of work....will tell more soon but a cup of peppermint tea and the duvet are singing their siren song....so will leave you on that cliff hanger.....!
Hugs to all....
Thursday, 21 May 2009
Yeeeha!
Wasn't sure what to expect but had a great time! Beer tents (Mr R), cowboys (me!) and cowgirl stunt riders (Mr R ...again!).
The bareback riding...they had to stay on for 8 secs and not many managed that! The horse gets him off and then 2 outriders quickly release the strap and he trots out of the arena...Apparently these horses can cost up to $50k and basically eat, sleep and make little horses between the weekends....Mr R thinking of reincarnating as one....
Cowboys! Real cowboys....with hats...and chaps....leather chaps....girls, who wants to come and visit....?!
And then we discovered the video function on the camera....
.....and sometimes the cow wins!....
....saddle bronc...extra help for the riders and boy do they need it!...
....intermisson...so what better way (?) to entertain the crowd than to get a bunch of small children and get them to chase some small cows with ribbons on their tails....the small cows must have been used to this as remarkably unfazed by the charge of the toddlers....oh, and the tantrums afterwards! .... from the children...not the cows....
...the best bit (for me) was the ladies barrel racing (I think Mr R enjoyed it too!) the rider we videoed was a bit on the slow side (?!) the winning time was 17.2 secs!
Now off to get Mr R a cowboy hat, chaps (leather) and some chewin' tobacco!!
Plants...some new some old...
Shaun did make it back...
Oh and they have bars...with Guinness....there was a lot of work done too...honest!
Tuesday, 5 May 2009
Apart...
Sure he will have fun with the Torontians/Torontinnies/Torontonites - they have beer... so all should be well!
Critter count hits new high...
It is the land of the small furry things at the moment and poor Otter doesn't know which way to turn.
As well as overly aggressive tree-living squirrels to deal with, he now has ground squirrels and marmots!

One of many local ground squirrels (need to x 500+ for the local population!)

A marmot, surprising not in the majestic mountains and hills which surround us...but on a patch of grass, in the middle of town, next to the highway (uh oh!) and beside the petrol station!
The problem with the ground squirrels are a) there are loads of them and b) they look out for eachother and c) they live under ground. So poor Otter's tripping along on his afternoon walk and they are all basking in the sun on top of their little mounds (in gardens/orchards/banks etc).
Being fairly well camoflaged and faced with not the sharpest tool in the doggy toolbox Otter doesn't spot them until they see him. Then the pesky little critters all bond together like some communist utopia and warn eachother with little sharp squeaks. Now, there IS a reason for those ears and at this they prick up but hearing and direction are two different things in the brain of a cocker spainel and it takes a while for the two brain cell to collide and go 'they're over there, doofus!'.
So then we have a incredibly excited puppy bounding recklessly across the road/bushes/neighbours gardens to get to the wriggly little furry-squirrel-rabbit-I haven't seen these in the New Forest-type things, who, by now, have dived into their burrows and are splitting their sides with squirrel-giggles!
On the neighbours gardens front - no fences - very N. American but particularly confusing for a dog who has been brought up in the New Forest - again no fences but also no incessant hissing of 'Otter, come' 'Otter, you little darling, come here' 'Otter, you ******* little bugger, I can't believe we paid $1000 to get you over here, you little *******, don't you poo as well' - I say hissing, rather than yelling as would be more customary, as these are very expensive houses and sneaking away before anyone notices is the order of the day and plus they probably have a licence from the RMCP too!
Slightly bigger than a ground squirrel or a marmot, the quite fresh track of a black bear when we were hiking in the hills above Oyama....fortunately its owner is not featuring on the critter count just yet...and long may it stay that way....unless I am on the chairlift at Silver Star and he is nice and far below me....!


