Leaving on a Jet Plane

This woman is most definitely crazy.
My sister Cathy, ready to embark on a journey to the old country. Emigrating back to England, single-Handed. Loaded with six enormous sports bags, and a nice assortment of carry on bags, car seats and just enough recklessness to do this with two small, boisterous children, unassisted!
Even the man at the baggage check has a headache from just thinking about it.

'The Spirit of Haida Gwaii' Sculpted by local artist Bill Reid is on display at the airport. This piece of art depicts some of our local wildlife.

Here some of the local wildlife is spotted in full fledged 7 year old boyness.

Both children were put on reins as Cathy did not see how else she would keep check on them both once she was through security without our help. Her destination, Heathrow, is extremely busy and she did not want to chance loosing one of them.

Her cautiousness got her rude remarks from one young lady at the airport, who had the nerve to tell her she was cruel to leash her children. I can't repeat here what response Cathy gave her. She was already stressed out at the thought of what she was undertaking. And to have unneeded criticism at her efforts was not met with grace.

Keith met us after work, mucky and covered in coal. His help with the baggage was very welcome though and he was glad for a little more time to spend with Cathy and the kids.

On the observation level, the sun bouncing off the ocean was almost blinding. How do those pilots do it? Raybans, I suppose.

Matthew has a moment of quiet reflection. No doubt plotting ways to keep Mummy entertained once trapped in the plane for 10 hours!

More wildlife. Its a Mountie Moose!
Nobody can say this airport is short of security.

A Mountie Bear. Looking quite arresting in his red serge.

This Killer Whale must have been on his day off or maybe just working Plain Clothes!

This little moose, just looked sad and wanted a hug.

After hugs all around, they were off through the security gate. The little ones pulling their own little bags.

We waved and blew kisses.

Then we wiped our tears as we turned away to go our own way.