Vicki and JP's Wedding

Despite all the touristy goings-on in Vancouver, there was another reason we'd travelled half-way round the world: Vicki and JP's wedding. I'm not even going to begin to describe the day, but thanks to all involved. We had a great time, and here's to many great times for the happy couple!

We arrived in style.

The Bogden clan.

The Tickle clan.

Vicki and JP.

Vicki and JP.

Proud Mums.

The name's Tickle... Warren Tickle.

Brock House Restaurant.

The crowd gathers.

The Groom looks on.

Waiting for the Bride.

Vicki and Dad, walking up the aisle.

Wedding ceremony.

Exchange of vows and rings.

Husband and wife!

Bridal party.

Dad, behind the wheel of a Rolls Royce!

Cutting of the cake.

Awwwww.

Father of the Bride.

Best Man.

Appreciative audience.

The lovely ladies.

Adrian, Colleen and Niall.

Ray Stardust and Tina Colada. Oh dear.

"Heathcliffe, it's me. I'm Cathy. I've come home!"

Thankyou, and goodnight.

Vancouver

Mum, Dad and Colleen arrived in Vancouver a little later then expected, but largely intact. It was good to have all the Tickles together for a change... and not just in the rumpus room at EP! With just over a week before the wedding, there was plenty of time take in Vancouver. Here's a couple of shots.

Totem poles in Stanley Park.

Lighthouse, Lions Gate Bridge and North Vancouver.

Across the Burrard Inlet.

Lions Gate Bridge.

Friendly construction workers high above the roadway.

Karen, Mum, Dad and Colleen out for a wander in Stanley Park.

Inukshuk on the sea wall.

Burrard Bridge from False Creek .

Granville Island (in case you handn't already worked it out).

Doin' the grind.

Almost there!

Summit of Grouse Mountain.

Sunset and gondola.

Vancouver on the ride back down.

Whistler

After landing in Vancouver and catching up with Vicki and JP for the evening, we hit the road with Luke and Abi. Recently arrived from a 20000 km road trip around Canada and straight from a solid stretch of apartment hunting, they offered up 2 seats in El Capitan and we made for Whistler. It was a beautfiul drive through Vancouver, along the Sea to Sky Highway and into the mountains. While not ski season, there was still some snow on the higher peaks and the village itself attracted a healthy crowd of visitors.

With the strength of the British Pound behind us, we all stayed at a nice hotel and made good use of the in-room jacuzzi (don't worry, you won't see any photos of that on this page... that is, of course, not unless you want to). Our chefs (Luke and Abi) kept us well fed and we soon turned in for the night. Next day, we were out and about (or should that be oot and aboot) for a couple of hikes - Cheakamus Lake the highlight. No bear sightings, but plenty of RVs. Man, they love a big car over there.

We had one more night in Whistler before heading back to Vancouver to meet Mum, Dad and Colleen at the airport. Details of our time in Vancouver to come!

Fine dining in Whistler.

Steady on.

Abi and Karen at Cheakamus Lake.

Abi, Luke, Karen and Me on the shores of Cheakamus Lake.

MacLaurin's Crossing suspension bridge.

Luke and me... way down below.