The Fall

Not the bristly Manchester band but Autumn. The trees are turning here in the Pacific Northwest, the days are short and the rainclouds are rolling in from the ocean. It's the time of the year to draw in and reflect, re-ignite the gas fire, turn on the radiant heating, re-order cable and brain-storm a season of Powerderhound adventures .. more Blackcomb, Baker and maybe a trip to Batchelor (Da Batch) - we'll see. I'm considering buying a one night a week pass for Cypress Mountain - perhaps the Flemish Economist will do the same so we can have a regular outing to the mountains. Shortly, we'll take Lil Kormacurry around Van Dusen gardens for a tour of the epic fall colours - on a clear day the combinations of colours would send Turner wild.

Talking of Turner, we've been watching a great BBC series called "A Picture Of Britain". It's a tour of the British Isles landscape and the painters who over the last 300 years enchanted the British People's into loving their land. Excellent series - recommend it.