The Frolicking Physio

The Frolicking Physio

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    • Once these trigger items were identified, other details were easy to conjure up and even embellish marginally.

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    Thus a thumbnail sketch as a prelude to each chapter became what I hoped would be a worthwhile addition to my writings. Feedback from those who have read The Frolicking Physio has been very pleasing and has prompted me to a new venture that I hope will come to fruition in the foreseeable future. I shudder to think that those pictures might make the subsequent thousand-words redundant! I refrained from elaborating that I was one of boys on parade at Windsor Castle at the time.

    A letter from The Queen

    I am writing to thank you for your letter to The Queen and the gift of your book, The Frolicking Physio. Her Majesty appreciated your thought for her in sending her your biography, and hopes you enjoyed writing your book as much as you enjoyed your travels. The Queen was pleased to hear you enjoyed seeing the wedding of her grandson and his bride on 29th April, and I am to thank you for your loyalty and support. Now that is a true bedtime story to entertain my 10 grandchildren in the years ahead.

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    As time goes on, and the likelihood of repudiation diminishes, who knows how much embellishment will sneak in! In her letter, she acknowledged my account of the fearlessness and loyalty of the Gurkhas… I visited Kinrara as a small girl, to visit the sick Gurkha soldiers — so much of what you write is familiar territory to me.

    Yours very sincerely, Joanna Lumley It is a very special connection for me to learn that she had visited the sick and injured Gurkha patients when she was young.

    A letter from The Queen – The Frolicking Physio

    This site uses cookies. He currently resides in Cranbrook, British Columbia. He is also the author of The Clockwatcher , the story of his survival after a plane crash.

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    He can be found online at blairfarish. No one's rated or reviewed this product yet. Skip to main content. In this autobiography, author Blair Farish takes a charming journey through the exciting travel adventures he has experienced.

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    Since time immemorial there have been hieroglyphics and carvings in caves and rock faces and painted face masks and tattoos to adorn the human body. My recent venture into artistic endeavours came in the form of the simple pencil sketches that serve as the opening teaser for each chapter of The Frolicking Physio. She was selected to fly the search aircraft into the dangerous area where the lost plane was presumed to have crashed. We appreciate your feedback. His three uncles, Joe, Bill, and Dick prove to be an inspiring triumvirate of support for a small boy without a father. You've successfully reported this review. As someone who has owned four of your 17 million scooters, I bow to the brilliance of your design and engineering.

    The Frolicking Physio tells tales that span from his childhood near the small village of Dunscore in southern Scotland to his beloved country home near Cranbrook in the Rocky Mountains of British Columbia. Enjoy his escapades as a wee Boy Scout, a country cycling mailman, and his nine years as a British Army physiotherapist.

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    And so, 28 years ago today, on October 1st, , the announcement that an aircraft was overdue in the tumultuous foot mountain peaks and foot deep valleys near Cranbrook, British Columbia, created quite a stir. The ultimate irony was that the missing aircraft, a 4-seater Cesna Cardinal, was part of a search and rescue training exercise lead by the Transport and Rescue Squadron — a unit of the RCAF based in Comox on Vancouver Island.

    The crew of the lost craft were four local volunteers: What had started as a training exercise had suddenly become a full search and rescue operation, bringing an atmosphere of controlled anxiety to the Cranbrook Airport, the official nerve centre of the operation. Robbie Taylor was the volunteer coordinator and the most experienced local pilot. She was selected to fly the search aircraft into the dangerous area where the lost plane was presumed to have crashed.

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    She chose experienced spotters Albert Comfort and Ron Krowchuk as her crew. On her third attempt, a provisional tentative sighting was made of what remained of the small aircraft that had been all but consumed by fire. At this point, Robbie chose to take the courageous step of flying up the valley, following almost the same path and altitude that the doomed craft had followed just a short time before.

    It was her best option to obtain a definitive sighting. In her career, Robbie Taylor has served in many search and rescue missions. But speaking as one of the two survivors who eagerly awaited rescue that day, it is the mission 28 years ago that has left me forever grateful for her courage, skill and dedication. I wish to congratulate Robbie on her well deserved award of the Elsie MacGill Northern Lights Award recognizing her as an outstanding woman in aviation.

    To me, the selection of this recipient for this accolade, particularly on this date, is long overdue.

    The Daily Townsman has now published their feature article on Robbie Taylor. While there is glaring evidence of the passage of time on the human body as shown in the maturing change from the year-old to the year-old vintage Blair Farish, Dalgonar Bridge looks as good as new, and is described thus in The Frolicking Physio.

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    Built in , at the time said to be the widest single-span bridge in Scotland, it still offers safe crossing over The River Cairn that flows under its magnificent arch near my ancestral home, Broombush. Designed to withstand the weight of two Clydesdale horses and their loaded cart pounds , the granite and sandstone structure today bears the loads of double decker buses and full huge articulated logging trucks weighing 80, pounds. As they installed the keystone to lock the foot-wide arch, Joseph Farish and sons, joiners carpenters and undertakers, my distant ancestors, contributed in the assembly of the magnificent structure.

    In our modern world of graffiti-marred walls, I have mixed emotions of shame and pride that Dalgonar Bridge shows my initials, BF, scratched into the top sandstone block. Most of us doodle or scribble little sketches at some time in our life, but we seldom retain those momentary imagery efforts. Since time immemorial there have been hieroglyphics and carvings in caves and rock faces and painted face masks and tattoos to adorn the human body.

    The urge to create graphically has been witnessed, recorded and cherished mostly throughout history. A pleasing exception, I have to concede, is some of the bold postscript — amateur signatures and drawings on railroad containers — which make the passage of a car convoy a tolerable, if not enjoyable, delay.

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    My recent venture into artistic endeavours came in the form of the simple pencil sketches that serve as the opening teaser for each chapter of The Frolicking Physio. These illustrations came about quite accidentally. I found myself doodling as I tried to recall details and memories of the distant past, in a time when the photographic record of places and happenings were precious few.