Banff

In England, if your SatNav announced "in 173 miles, turn right", you'd let out a groan, aside from the possibility of driving off the end of the country, you'd be in for a very long and boring drive.




Not in Canada.




In a seven hour drive, 173 miles of it on the same road, we drove through torrential rain, hail, sleet, sunshine, low cloud, a blizzard. We saw lakes frozen solid, roadside toilets buried up to their roofs in snow, wild deer and two baby bears.




We even crossed time zones! That's something I've never done in a car before!




We arrived in Banff just as the light started to fade. It's a lovely, quaint little town; just a couple of streets lined with log fronted shops, restaurants and hotels. The sapphire night was lit by the the shop windows, soft white flakes the size of dollar coins were falling all around us and landing in our eye lashes - it felt like we were walking through the scene of an old fashioned Christmas card.

Location:Banff, Canada