Today we catch the Canadian,the 4000k de luxe train to Toronto. Agatha Christie is not invited but my darling brother and wife will be our fellows. Before then Nick took us to a Waterfront restuarant. Here we saw the modern masterpiece of this fair city. Beautiful blocks, handsome roads, civilised precincts, ingenious monuments, a waterfront view of the North shore and the mountains. Just by a regular service of sea plane taxis operated,over there the rowing eights were out,all the while to sun set over the mountains.. Suddenly the city lived up to its reputation of modern elegance and charm.
Which we enjoyed again the next day as we cycled around Stanley Park’s sea wall. This gave stunning views of the harbour and the open sea. Not to mention the area devoted to totem poles.
But we had been distracted. The news from home about our beautiful brother in law Jon Hiseman had not been good. The successful five hour operation to remove the brain tumour did not live up to its hopes. An aneurism had developed. Another five hour operation.Any optimism has now been replaced with caution and trepidation. There are no good cards left in the pack. The chimes have got louder and the whispers softer.