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Visa update:

Turns out that Jack can’t get another ‘short-term’ Canadian visa for another year …. which means we’re staying here. Here in the rain, with the sheep, drinking ‘a proper brew’.

I’m going to apply for an expensive (but relatively straight forward) 2-year visa, which would put me on track to be a resident here in the UK. The new plan is for us to wait for Jacks permanent resident visa for Canada to come through (which could take from 10 months to a year-and-7-months from when we apply). So, now all previous plans and ideas for adventure are back on track – possible cycle-tour across Europe next summer, saving money over the winter, sight-seeing London, cycle touring Devon and Cornwall, mountain biking the Cairngorms in Scotland, seeing more of Wales, seeing Northern Ireland, etc, etc – so much still to do!

Mostly, I’m relieved. I like having plans in place for a little while ahead of time so I can mentally prepare myself (especially big plans like where you’re going to live, big travel plans, etc), and not ‘miss anything’. This way I can ‘get ready’ to leave the UK properly, making sure I see and do what’s really important to me instead of rushing things.

A small part of me is disappointed though – I do love Canada. I love Canada for its big, wild places and its vibrant people – those folks who you can go on ridiculous adventures with and then all go eat a massive pot-luck dinner together. Mmmm. But, Jack and I will get there – the decision has been made for us, really. I don’t want my life to be without my fella – so right now, our lives have to be here. And when the Canadian visas come through, our lives will be back home.

Until then, though, there will be many more photos of sheeeeeeeeeeeeep! Which I’m actually really excited about.

 

Well kids, I’m coming back to Canada sooner then expected.

Me and my loverly Englishman have decided to come back to my home soil for this autumn, to coincide with my current visa ending. I was going to get an extension and all that to stay in the UK through the winter, but this plan makes much more sense. Granted, this is all dependent on my partners visa situation, but more details of that complex mess will be unearthed soon enough.

I desperately need some sleep though, so I will return to this topic at a later date. I just wanted to let anyone know out there who might be reading that I’m a) still alive, b) still wanting to blog, and c) going to be a proper Canadian again, very very soon!

Heart you all!

Ash

I’ve been a pretty devout vegetarian for sixteen years – ever since I was nine years old. One Hebridian lamb put an end to it all – at least for one evening. Although it was only a couple of bites, and to any outsider it probably isn’t a big deal, but to me and those who know me, it is fairly massive!

A little bit of context:

I went veggie when our family moved houses, and our bus route to school changed to one where we passed a meat packing plant everyday. It was then I started to connect the bacon on my plate to the pig in the pen. Other influences – notably my sister turning veggie for a spell, and Lisa on the Simpsons turning vegetarian – no doubt made the transition a little easier. I was so convinced of this point of view, as a 12 year old I would moo or oink at the dinner table when beef or pork was served.

It became more then just a choice about food – to a certain extent vegetarianism became an identity for me.  As I went to university in the hippie capital of Canada (Victoria, B.C.) and studied Environmental Issues and Geography, it became clear that not eating meat was in line with my social and environmental values. It makes sense on a lot of levels.

It isn’t a necessity to eat meat in modern society, comparative to times when a variety of food was limited. These days we have access to an abundant cornucopia of foodstuffs to get an adequate amount of calories and nutrients from plant sources to meet our needs .

Growing animal products for food makes little sense from an energy input/output perspective. This is especially true in North American factory farming scenarios, where grains and legumes that could be used for human consumption is fed to animals. The arable land and resources used to create animal feed could instead be used to feed some of the millions of people who go hungry everyday – although arguably much of that problem is based in distribution instead of production. Johnathan Safran Foer (author of the fabulous book, Eating Animals) gives a succinct explanation of the facts and problems surrounding how most of the developed world sources its meat – factory farming. I would highly recommend his book, as his perspective is one of a very ‘regular guy’ who had a kid and wanted to know what he was feeding him, so started to ask some questions about the meat industry.

Ethically, eating and using animals isn’t inherently wrong, at least for me personally. This I have gone back and forth with through my life, but I’ve never been one to see animals as completely ‘equal’ beings to humans to the point of them having the same rights as us. It seems a bit arrogant of me to say that, yet I couldn’t see myself prefering to use synthetic, oil-based fabrics over wool, on the basis of ethics – as this clashes with another strong set of values I have: environmental values.

^^ (Pretty ideal living conditions, comparative to most meat raised on factory farms) >>

This is where the water surrounding meat and animal product consumption gets quite murky. On the surface, veganism seems to be the best environmentally friendly practice. .. at least in theory.  Calorie for calorie, animal products use more energy, water, land and carbon to produce than their plant counterparts (at least in terms of the North American factory-farmed variety).   Yet, when you get into specifics about how the animals are raised, where you are living, and the realistic food options available to you locally, the veganism/vegetarian argument isn’t so environmentally cut and dry.

Where I am currently living is a good example. I live in the north of England at the minute, which has little arable land, sunshine and warmth – so not the ideal growing conditions for lots of veggies, fruit, lentils, or nuts. It does however, have copious amounts of pasture land, fells, moorland, etc – which means a lot of grass. Where I live specifically, in the national park that is the Lake District, there is a political incentive to keep lots of sheep on the fells, as they keep the hills clear of trees/bushes so that they maintain their distinct ‘naked’ look  that the Lake District is famous for. As raising sheep isn’t the most profitable option for farmers up here, there are subsidies available to encourage sheep grazing for this purpose (along with keeping heritage breeds like Herdwick alive and kicking). So – lots of sheep. Lots of mainly grass-fed sheep. Sheep are a very embedded part of the cultural landscape here – and I don’t think that would change drastically any time soon.

So in a lot of environmental ways, eating sheep and using wool in this context makes a lot of sense. It’s a locally sourced food, raised in relatively humane way (grazing the fells most of their life), that is in abundant supply, that makes good use out of landscapes that are both politically and practically unsuitable for agriculture. In this context, it makes sense to me to eat sheep and use wool in an environmental context. Yet, if you read the Environmental Working Group’s Meat Eaters Guide, you would see lamb at the top of the list for worst environmental impact. This is based largely on an assumption of lamb coming from New Zealand to North American markets. While this report is fabulous (highly recommend you have a look, vegan, veggie or meat-eater), I’m just making the point that the environmental values surrounding food choices need to be viewed within your own context.

So, that is why after 16 years of being a vegetarian, I ate some Hebridian lamb. The experience was really, really underwhelming. It was a really big deal for me, and I was expecting to either a) be sick, or b) massively enjoy it. I didn’t feel sick, but I also didn’t really like it. I guess you could put it down to me not eating meat for so long, therefore losing the taste of it. But honestly, I’d rather have had the delicious squash, potatoes, brussel sprouts, mushroom patties, etc etc that were served – they tasted a lot better than that lamb. Apparently the lamb was very well done in terms of its taste and how it was cooked (from the meat-eaters at the dinner) …. so my ideas of how it tasted were just my own. ets. While this report is fabulous (highly recommend you have a look, vegan, veggie or meat-eater), I’m just making the point that the environmental values surrounding food choices need to be viewed within your own context.

 << Me (and my fella) preparing the Hebridean lamb!

It was a very illuminating experience for myself, as it solidified my beliefs surrounding meat and its place in my food choices. While my partner is more open to the idea of eating meat as ‘an occasion’ in a certain context, I came away from my first meat in 16 years without any real want to eat any more. I didn’t really enjoy the taste, I was a bit dubious about cooking it (is it cooked enough?!!?), and after such a long time being a vegetarian, I just don’t see the need – I am more than satisfied with my food without adding meat into the equation. I also still have the residual ideas from John Robbins book The Food Revolution  about the role of animal products and ill-health (also very highly recommended book, the book that basically turned me vegan for a couple years), so I don’t think I would whole-heartedly ever embrace a meat-based existence.

In the end, eating meat again after so long was really an anti-climax for myself. And, although I’ve found a source of meat that is aligned with all of my morals and values, I’m still a vegetarian at heart.

(me on my 20th birthday ^^)

Tomorrow I turn 26 years old.

That’s one of my ‘scary ages’ (obligatory Sex and the City reference). Why such a young ‘scary age’, you ask? Well, I suppose it has to do with expectations of what a 26 year old ‘should’ be on the road to accomplishing by now.

Your early twenties (according to my perceptions of societal expectations) are for a few things: education,  travel, ‘finding yourself,’ or the old standby of getting good and hosed. I fit the mould in most respects – I’m graduating with my undergrad this year, I’ve done a fair amount of living and travelling across Canada and a bit abroad and I’ve found some of my passions in life. As a bonus I’ve also found myself a loving and committed partner with whom to share my life. The good ‘n’ hosed part I did more when I was 16 … but it was definitely there.

Your late twenties, on the other hand, are for developing your career, furthering your education, marriage, mortgages, and (my personal favourite) – babies! This is what I feel is the conventional path that any mid-to-late-twenties lady should be on. And this is why 26 is a scary age for me – because I don’t want any of the above – no more school, no houses, and definitely no children (!) – I’m not even sure where I want to live. Marriage is still a tricky one for me to wrap my head around, so that one isn’t happening any time soon. As for developing a career – I would love to have my dream job – but I’m not committed to putting the time into a career just yet.

So, at the cusp of being 26 years old, and officially entering the realm of my ‘mid-to-late twenties’ … all I want to do is have fun still. Is that so wrong? My grand, responsible, 26-year-old goals include: getting on my bike more, working/volunteering for things I believe in, travel via cycle touring, and … do some more knitting. That’s about it. Well, and be happy… that’s always there. But as for aspirations for your traditional, responsible, adult life … noppers.

I suppose lots of people say that your thirties are ‘the new twenties’, and the forties ‘the new thirties’, etc,  so I’m not running out of time or anything …. but I still feel some sort of societal pressure to ‘get my shit together’ so to speak.

But I guess it just comes down to this: I look at friends of mine who have sacrificed where they love to live, the things they love doing, and in many ways, their happiness, to get where they are in their lives in terms of a career or education … and I don’t envy them. I’m happy that I’ve prioritized what I love in my life in the first quarter century. Let’s hope I have the strength and wisdom to do the same for the next quarter-century. :)

Great distraction from course work for a few minutes: Filme von Draussen’s “10 things I have learned about mountain biking” – enjoy!

Mmmmm, biking.

Back to essays. :(

Surly lovin’

 

I snatched an hours ride out in the sunshine today — oh man was it good.

I really, really heart this little Surly of mine, and can’t wait to actually get to use it properly! I just love the idea of the cross-check, as it’s a super versatile little machine. The geometry is laid-back enough for a little off-road easy trails, touring, or commuting, but its racy enough to be a snappy little bike that doesn’t feel sluggish. It can be a fixie when you wanna bust out your inner-hipster, or a singlespeed cyclo-cross bike if you want to be a shoulder-season weirdo, or can transform into to a fat-tyre way to see the world.

Between the Surly and my lovely Yeti mountain bike (and the two beloved, but possibly obsolete, roadie commuters that I own), I have a tidy little quiver of bicycles going on. I heart bicycles.

 

 

Okay, maybe it’s a big crush.

Their music is folky and full of energy, and every time I listen to it I go back to the summer and its long, sunshiney days spent amongst little mountains.  And, they definitely get bonus points for being from England. As much as I love traditional Canadian music which conjures up images of loggers, moose, and Sleemans beer (think the Tragically Hip and Neil Young), there is just something about British music that I really love.  Can’t quite put my finger on it… maybe it’s how trendy some of the artists coming from the UK look, so very hip compared to us Canadians. After all, Bonobo is from Britain too. And I *really* heart Bonobo.

Anyways, the reason I’ve been listening to a heck of a lot of Mumford and Sons has something to do with the ungodly amounts of school I have ahead of me. I’ve applied to graduate in June 2012. This was a bit… dramatic… as I nearly missed the ‘late’ deadline for applying. Why on earth they make the application date to graduate SEVEN months before the actual convocation is a bit ridiculous in my mind, but that’s university bureaucracy for you! The point is, I will  be graduating before my old roommate will be graduating … which means I will have won the bet! hehe. And, more importantly, I will finally be finished my undergrad and can write off institutionalized education forever more. Big smile!

The only catch is I need to get everything done by the end of February. So far, it’s going well. I’ve set myself a very intimidating calendar of deadlines – so we’ll see how I fare. Me and my englishman have even gone so far as postponing February’s multitude of holidays and anniversaries until March. So my birthday, usually at the end of February, is now the end of March. Valentines Day becomes ‘pretend Valentines Day’ on March 14th – etc, etc. We had planned to do a neat little week-long cycle tour of the Yorkshire Dales, or go mountain biking in Scotland to celebrate my 26th year of being alive – looking forward to it! Hopefully by then, the weather will be a wee bit warmer… and a bit more friendly for cycling.

This also means I will be going back to British Columbia for next June!! Big, big smiles for this one – I haven’t been back home (to Canada at all, or my home of B.C, specifically) for a year and a half now. By the time June rolls around, it will be closer to two whole years. It will be so nice to see some folks – hopefully spend some time in the north of Vancouver Island around Cape Scott, with friends in Whistler and Squamish (oh, how I miss Whistler!), and then in Victoria actually graduating. I might even get both my parents out from Ontario to the West Coast to see me grad – a pretty big deal, considering my mom doesn’t get on airplanes and they’d have to drive roughly 5000km to see me. It should be grand!

So, to fuel this month of essays, assignments, and web discussions, I have been turning to the entire discography of Mumford  & Sons.  Sigh No More is their only ‘proper’ album, but I’ve discovered other little gems of EPs and collaborative albums with other artists – huzzah! I love ‘Liar’, and their cover of The National’s ‘England’. I’m really hoping to see them perform live while I’m still living in the UK – how ace would that be?

So, I leave you with my two new recent favourites by Mumford & Sons:

‘Liar’:

‘England’ cover:

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