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So begins the task of getting home. We are ensconced in relative luxury in the Hotel Place D'Armes in Montreal acting out the last throes of the holiday. Ahead of us lies the flight home and the decision whether to get some sleep or to watch some films. The sane traveller (a la Groupie) will opt for the former; the Pig will find it difficult to resist the in-flight entertainment and the free food and booze. He never learns.

It has been a magical couple of weeks in this wondrous country with my soul mate. Best of all, a close call, was the whale watching in Tadoussac. The cable car to the top of Mont Tremblant comes a very proximate second, and Tremblant as a whole was fascinating, in particular the Resort which is contrived and commercial but manages to work (at least to this philistine eye) with the natural splendour in which it sits.

Final thought from Canada- surely Justin Trudeau (shortly up for re-election) dyes his hair. You only get the serious stuff on this blog. Back to Boris and our own mess of a democracy tomorrow. Despite it all, it will be good to be home.