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Saturday, July 02, 2005
A few pics from the major relocation

As some of you may (or may not) know, A Golden WorldTM has moved it's vast global reporting offices (ok my PC, but hey) from the negative centre of the universe, aka Toronto, for the beautiful mountains of British Columbia. And seeing as this was a move for my professional (read actually getting paid for once) development, I needed the gas-guzelling beast of a car I drive, so the Yorkshire Angel and myself drove 4,500 km to reach Vancouver.

Needless to say, some of the sites were gorgeous, and some just sucked ass.

Like Saskatchewan. It's flat. And the majority of the residents are neo-conservative pro-Bush Canada should be fighting in Iraq types. Gits. Just because there's nothing to do but complain about the Saskatchewan Rough Riders, find a better target for your pent up rage. This guy looks enough of a dork...

As such, the only thing of interest to photograph in Saskatchewan was the Yorkshire Angel, who, positioned ever so carefully on an automobile, can compete to be the highest point in the province.

Looks as though Monty can't call her, erm.. well, a bad name for a short person again.

Now for something positive.

God I just love the views around here. Mountains as far as the eyes can see. And if you get high enough, you can't see your hand in front of your face. But enough about the pot. Or the clouds. Take your pick.


That is all.
neolithic pondered at 00:03
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