In The Press...

Below are some extracts taken from recent articles and clippings that have been in the
local and national press. We will continually add to this list as we get featured in more publications.

“Suddenly, beavers appeared, swimming in circles and leaving a wake like a mini motorboat. We dashed down to the lakeside to watch them.

It was hard to prise ourselves away from our comfy and very well-equipped cottage (satellite, TV, dishwasher, Jacuzzi bath ...)”

“After a bike ride around our own lake, we rounded off the holiday with a barbecue. While the steaks were sizzling, a tiny hummingbird came to the feeder for its supper, then we heard the familiar sploosh of the beavers in the lake. As the darkness fell, the velvety sky filled with huge, bright stars. Our stay ended as it began, in absolute serenity.”

Prima Magazine, September 2001 (Written by Gary Irwin)

“You migh hear wolves but you are unlikely to see them in the wild’ explains wolf naturalist Paul Brown. ‘Timber wolves can smell humans four miles away - if you meet one in the wilderness, you’re truly blessed.’ Instead, we visit a semi-wild pack at the 50,000 acre Haliburton Wolf Centre. The animals are viewed through two-way mirrors, oblivious to the audience and behaving much as they would in the deep forest.”

“Our cottage in the Haliburton Highlands overlooks a lake called Beaver Creek. Motor sports are banned and holidaymakers use kayaks to cross the water. The cottage has beds for six, an enormous kitchen and a whirlpool bath to sooth aching muscles after a hike.”

The Mirror Magazine ‘M’ 26 May 2001 (Written by Gill Williams)

“Back into Algonquin and the trail into Beaver Ponds near the south-eastern most corner of the park has almost disappeared under the snow. The soft powder would be impassable without snowshoes. The snow crust gives way beneath the lattice and we sink into soft, dry powder. A waterfall has frozen solid and long icicles hang from the rocks. The trees are crystal.

With snowshoes we’re able to follow tracks through huge stands of maple and birch, crossing frozen lakes and rivers damned by beaver. These furry North American rodents spend the winter in their lodges and collect wood from stores beneath the icy surface of the ponds.

We film a pair of blue jays flitting across the waning moon, pale in the early morning sky. As we follow the trail sometimes sliding down the impossibly icy slopes, we hear the tap-tap-tap of woodpeckers hammering at sweet maple trees.”

At Home with Charlie Dimmock, Spring 2001 (Written by Gill Williams)