Although we are living at the edge of a minature Serengeti in the middle of London with roaming herds of squirrels, packs of house cats and flocks of replendent pigeons, blue tits and the ever present great tits dive bombing the peanut carrion, our hearts are always in the frozen north of Fernie. Hmm, don’t let the fact that Fernie is actually at the same latitude as Paris put you off, right now (March) it’s frozen.

Visas are got, house is rebuilt and cash to pay for it is on it’s way.