Photographer Robyn Braham looks back over her time in a Canadian mountain town.
At the end of November 2012 I travelled to Canada to begin a year’s working holiday visa that turned into two years. I landed in Vancouver and caught the Greyhound bus up Highway 99, also called the Sea to Sky because it stretches from Horseshoe Bay on the coast right up into the mountains of Lillooet. It was already dark, so I missed one of the most spectacular drives you will ever do. However, when I woke up the next morning and saw the snow covered fur trees I was filled by an almost childish joy at how beautiful everything looked.
Growing up in Scotland my childhood hopes of white Christmases were frequently dashed by rain. Whistler, on the other hand, bore such a close resemblance to Narnia that while walking down one of the lamplit valley trails I always half expected to see Mr Tumnus come out from behind a tree with an armful of packages.
I am now back home and we are having one of the mildest winters in history with not a flake of snow to be seen, but at least I will always have Whistler.
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