In low grey cloud and pouring rain we headed out across the city suburbs to a park with reportedly panoramic views of Vancouver. However it was the triodetic domes of the 1961 Bloedel Conservatory we were aiming for. A thing of science-fiction style, constructed in a mere 10 days on the whim of Mr Bloedel. Under its roof was a tropical landscape of real delight. Little paths amongst the amazing vegetation and trees full of parrots and wildly exotic birds strolling ahead of us. The grey African parrot eyed us up before talking to us.
It almost was shut-down by the City Council last year due to its huge heating costs and the need for cuts but the residents of Vancouver kept it open. It is a real joy and yes, dated and fabulous. Their shop could do with a serious restock and their events income stream was on its way - weddings, if you fancy it. Felt like Wollaton Hall and the staff stopped to chat to us and show us bug-eating plants and other delights.
Then walked out into the freezing rain that the kids were unfazed by. They spent a further hour making a house and picnic in the roots of some trees. M is definitely happiest when wrapped up for outdoor cold - all that Forest schooling means she embraces the Northern climate as if it's fun - beyond me!Got out to the campus of the University of British Columbia later, which is on the ocean, though cloaked in cloud today and did a whistle-stop tour of the art gallery. Michael Morris on show, which J loved to the point where it became a truly stressful exercise of looking and almost, full-on physical engagement. Mirrored glass on the floor was my marker to leave, with children in tow and resisting.
Bloedel Conservatory
Michael Morris at the Belkin Gallery
