My Grandfather recently told me about his previous [1] holidays in Canada and about a house that he used to own there . He told me the tale of how he came to own it and then he began describing the place to me. The way he described it sounded out of this world and I thought I had to share it.

It was a cabin that was positioned on the banks of Primrose Lake in Alberta. It was a big enough house with huge open rooms and a large stone fireplace. It was made of solid hard wood and was built by hand, every single bit.An old photo that he found of the cabin showed just how good it looked.

In the summer time he would go out and fish for a while on the still lake. he told me that i could not know what perfect silence really was until I went there, it was beautiful he said.  We live in a world where there is always a car, or plane or person making some noise or other. But not here. Here was perfect silence. He said that he would often fall asleep for a long time in that little boat and drift across the lake to the other side

In the winter time he would cut a hole in the ice that covered the lake and set some fishing poles up. Whilst he waited for a catch he would ice skate on a cleared patch of lake. He would then take whatever fish he had managed to catch back to the cabin and my grandmother would make fish pie for supper.

It all sounded like it was Heaven on earth to me. And that is why, after hearing my grandfathers story, I am heading out there soon for a [2] canada fly drive holiday searching for a place of my own on that same lake. Unfortunately my grandfather’s old place is not for sale but if I can find anything even close I will be happy.