Wednesday, November 6, 2019
Brief Encounter, Tim Horton and The Fall
Apologies but it was half term last week and with a nod to living for pleasure alone, we’ve been away again.
This time on entering the changing room on 52 Festive Rd we were transported to the shores of Lake Ontario in Toronto.
Which added a certain frisson to the immigration process at Pearson airport thirty years later.
Ok we had the required visas and, at fifty one years old, we appeared fairly benign, but why had sir declared on the immigration form that he was entering the country with a pocket full of pot?
I explained that my peepers were pretty poor, the digital machine that was asking us questions had been very confusing and pot was not really our bag.
Suitably appeased we were waved through,
And so it was that a packet of Tesco finest chipolatas was smuggled into Canadia to provide succour to our aching bellies should airline provender have proved inadequate after our evening arrival.
Concealed within several pairs of ripe old underpants the keenest noses of the Canadia's premier sniffer dogs were even put off the trail.
Airline provender proved more than adequate (a very good curry) so like good goobers (after Bill Hicks) we fixed sausage for breakfast the next morning in our one bedroom condo in down town Toronto before breaking trail.
Kevin had predicted 95% Fall during our stay which to my addled eye proved pretty accurate.
There was a funny feel about the place as everything had shut up the week before for winter.
Madam has previous history with all things NHL, Wayne Gretzky and the Edmonton Oilers from her trip thirty years ago; she even met the great man at the airport on her opening gambit to make her way back to Blighty.
This was my first experience of live ice hockey and I’ll own that I couldn’t quite keep up with comings and goings various, although this may have had something to do with the local lager. The Leafs (I know, I know) lost by a golden goal in extra time, which seemed a little harsh as they only had three skaters on the ice at the time.
An hour on the train and an hour and a bit on a bus followed by a forty-minute walk from the bus station, but it was well worth the effort.
The falls are surrounded by explanatory boards with pictures of tightrope walkers, lunatics in barrels and a barge hung up on some rocks a few feet from the lip of the falls.
A clever man with buttons that light up, sends water this way and that dependant upon digital information received.
There's no putting boards in and out of sluices here, but the principles remain the same, just increased exponentially along with the associated risks.
There is a fixed amount of water sent over the horseshoe falls that is reduced at night to make more ohms and amps. I tried to convert the amount of water going over the falls to mgd (million gallons per day) but I'll refrain from listing it here as I may well wear out the zero button on my new computer.
I’m just relieved I am not required to don the chest waders and swish a scythe a few yards downstream from the falls.
St Lawrence market is a festival of food and fine fayre and an easy place to spend a couple of hours. Cold smoked beef and Pastel de nata were two highlights along with some damned odd sausage. The quality of the coffee is a given, and at this point it may be apposite to mention Tim Horton.
An ex hockey player he has coffee emporia right across town, and goodness it’s good coffee. Tim did well out of us during our stay, double espresso for me and a couple of Tim Bits for Madam several times a day.
Alongside an interesting collection of indigenous art sits a large collection of Henry Moore blobs and plenty of other twentieth century stuff that we both much favour,
and a touring collection of Peter Paul Rubens.
I’m a tad indifferent to P.P Rube.
I like his fleshy forms that have influenced works by Lucian Freud and Francis Bacon, but some of his biblical stuff, commissioned to strike fear, leave me cold.
On a lighter note, the gallery also has a collection of works by the “Group of Seven”
Among Canada’s most famous artists they have a unique appreciation of the Canadian Landscape.
We were both much taken with the work of Arthur Lismer, a new one on us but an artist we will look out for in the future - give him a google.
Shopping featured throughout our eight night stay.
They are way ahead in Canada when it comes to paper craft and while Madam perused the inks, stamps and dies of yet another craft store, I headed for a bar where I had been swiftly accepted as a new fly.
On each visit I was required to perform at least one fist bump and while my sporting allegiances may not have reached all round approval, we always parted company with a “You da man, No You da man, No you da man, No you da man…..”
I am not great with heights.
Until 2007 the CN tower was the tallest free standing structure in the world. It now sits 9th in the table. The revolving restaurant sits around 1100 ft up this 1853ft high pile of bricks.
A stiff drink was taken and we entered the glass bottomed lift along with the front row of a baptist choir who were on a girls weekend away.
Madam and myself were separated and as a conversation opener to the loose head of the front row of the choir who I was squeezed up against, I mentioned that I didn’t like heights or glass bottomed lifts.
She confessed that she wasn’t too keen on heights or lifts either, and in a Trevor Howard, Celia Johnson moment we held hands throughout the sixty second ascent before parting company at the opening of the lift doors.
Food taken high up in the air on a precarious pile of bricks was surprisingly good. Canadian steak, Canadian wine and tremendous Canadian Hospitality. Our lunch lasted two spins of the tower pod and afforded stunning views of the city and lake beyond.
The excellent Canadian wine instilled an air of insouciance on our minute long lift descent to the sidewalk,
as if by magic,
Fabricio, the Brazilian airport transfer man (sans fez) appeared outside our apartment block with an explanatory board indicating that it was time to make our way back to 52 Festive Rd.
Apologies as ever for more travel stuff, but I do have to write something down else it all fades away.
Many thanks as ever to family for filling in at home.
River stuff to follow.