Churchill

Every night at 10 o'clock in Churchill, Manitoba, a siren rings out across the downtown area. Time to think about calling it a night before darkness envelops the town. Before it gets dangerous. Before what pretty much every visitor in Churchill both comes to see and is acutely aware of as a threat when they walk around town, even in broad daylight.

Polar bears. The largest land predator alive on Earth today. Vicious and merciless hunters. These are no grizzlies or black bears. Get into a fight with a polar bear and you won't win. You'll be food. And the chance to see some polar bears in the wild is exactly why we went to Churchill earlier this month. There's really nowhere else in North America where you stand a chance of seeing these animals in the wild like Churchill. So we headed north.

We thought we'd skip the walking around town thing. Even in broad daylight. Well, mostly anyway. We made one trip to the Arctic Trading Company. We figured it was just on the block next to our hotel. What could possibly go wrong?

We've wanted to visit Churchill for years but it's complicated. We never could seem to fit it in. And I don't just mean into our schedule. I also mean into our budget. It's expensive to head all the way up to the Hudson Bay in northern Manitoba for a few days. And considering sightings of wild polar bears are in no way guaranteed, plopping down a ton of money per day for just the opportunity to get a glimpse of one of these gorgeous creatures is a tough thing to reckon with. I mean, it's also not like you go out looking for bears every day. Most organized tours have one day only really searching for white bears.

But last year, we figured enough was enough. We decided we'd look seriously at a trip to Churchill. We searched websites. We gathered recommendations where we could. We thought about what our priorities and budget would be. We weighed the risks of doing it ourselves vs. going with a tour operator. And after all that we took the plunge and booked a tour. 

Frontiers North. Canada's Big Five Safari. August 2 through August 10, 2026. Eight nights, but just three in Churchill. And of those three nights and the best part of four whole days, just one day would be in a spot where the bears frequently hang out in a Churchill summer. This had better pay off.

Polar bear trip, Churchill, Manitoba.

Maybe a few words about these bears and how to find them in the wild as a 21st century tourist is in order. 

Type "where to find polar bears in the wild" into an internet search engine and you'll likely get some useful tourism information. Like they only live in five countries in the world: the United States (northern Alaska); Russia; Greenland; Norway; and Canada. And it seems to me that the two most accessible places to find one in the wide open Arctic (or close to it) are Svalbard north of Norway (like way north actually) and Churchill, Canada. 

You also might find out based on your internet search that polar bears are the largest bear in the world. If you have ever seen a black bear in the wild, you likely saw a creature that tops out at about 500 pounds and six feet tall when standing. And yes, I recognize that the likelihood of finding a standing black bear right next to a tape measure is pretty slim. Grizzlies are a bit bigger: try 600 pounds and eight feet tall maximum.

Polar bears can weigh up to 1,200 pounds and can stand just a bit taller than the tallest grizzly. Polar bears are big. There are also just about 30,000 left in the wild. And that may be a high estimate. There are that many grizzlies in Alaska alone and there are almost 1,000,000 black bears in North America. Polar bears are rare in addition to big.

Bear skulls. From right: polar, grizzly, black. Parks Canada Visitor Centre, Churchill.

From a tourism perspective, the yearly polar bear life cycle is not exactly intuitive. I'd say most people probably assume the best time to visit Churchill for polar bear spotting is in the winter when it's snowy and icy and super cold. You know...white bears against a white landscape. But that's just not true.

From late November to May or so, you won't find many polar bears in and around Churchill or anywhere else on solid land in northern Canada. That's because during those months they are out on the frozen ice of the Hudson Bay (Churchill is on the shore of the Hudson Bay) or wherever else they happen to roam looking for seals to eat. Seals don't live on land during the winter. They live in the sea or on the ice and when they are in the water they breath through breathing holes that may or may not have a hungry polar bear waiting for a seal face to pop up for a breath.

Bear season in Churchill is in the fall, before the Bay freezes solid. Polar bears start gathering near the ice perimeter hoping that the frozen water can support their weight long enough for them to roam for months looking for some yummy seals. All told, there are about 900 or so polar bears around the western edge of the Hudson Bay in any given season. That doesn't mean all those bears are in Churchill, but it's a concentrated number close to human settlement like no other place on Earth.

We chose to visit in the summer, a time when there are fewer polar bears around the edges of the water but there are enough out there that seeing multiple polar bears in a single excursion is eminently possible. Polar bears don't hibernate. They have to be somewhere roaming around on land in the warmer months and one of those places is Churchill. We'd done enough research to know or hope or a little bit of both that we'd see a polar bear or two. Time to take a chance.

Polar Bear Holding Facility, Churchill. Capacity 28 polar bears. 30 day stay for wandering into town.

On day six of our nine day tour with Frontiers North, we hopped on a sixty or so seat prop plane at Winnipeg Airport, rode it to about 21,000 feet above sea level and headed north to Churchill. Two or so hours later, we landed. Time to see whether booking this tour was smart or if maybe our money could have been spent better elsewhere.

There are only two ways to get to Churchill, by the way: plane or train. There are no roads that lead from the rest of Canada or lower Manitoba or wherever else you might be in the Great White North to Churchill. Fly or train. Those are the options. Flying over a landscape of unevenly shaped pools of water scattered over what was becoming more and more like tundra as we flew north really emphasized the impossibility of constructing roads across Canada's wilderness. And that's not even considering repairing frost damage. 

Want to get to Churchill? Fly or train. Although I guess you could take a boat in the summer.

We were greeted at the airport by a polar bear safety sign. Never go beyond a polar bear alert warning sign. Never walk at night after 10:00. Always travel in groups and make noise. Always stay close to a vehicle or other refuge. Always remember bears can be in town any time of day. 

Welcome to Churchill.

We received our first in-person polar bear safety briefing at the site of a 1979 plane crash about 15 minutes after leaving the airport. The downed plane, now dubbed Miss Piggy, is still there completely intact out on the rocks of the tundra. We received our words of caution while we gazed at the plane's hull right after our driver walked around a little towards the plane clapping his hands to scare away any lurking polar bears.

What stuck with me from our briefing was if you see a polar bear and you are outside the bus, yell "BUS!" as loudly as possible and run for the bus as fast as you possibly can. There may have been some other stuff like don't walk beyond the signs or something like that but yell and run as fast as possible hit home.

Bears are dangerous. Point taken. Got that. It wouldn't be the last time we were warned. One of my favorite safety signs later in our time in Churchill said do not turn and run and do not play dead. Run like hell. Got it.

15 minutes after we arrived at Miss Piggy and before we even got back on the bus, we saw our first wild polar bear. Fortunately, it was at a good distance swimming at the edge of the Bay so nobody had to yell "BUS!" or run anywhere. 

Are you kidding me? 30 minutes into our time in Churchill with a good amount of anxiety about whether we would even see a single bear and we got our first sighting. This was going to be good.

Polar bear number one. In the Hudson Bay.

The next two days, we didn't see a single bear. 

OK, so truth be told, we weren't really looking for bears. I mean, we were, but not like in an organized group tour way. Sure we looked left and right every time we stepped outside the hotel and we remained super vigilant on our very brief walks around town (like to the Arctic Trading Company). And wherever we went on the tour bus, we looked left and right into the rocks and around the fireweed. But days two and three in Churchill...no bear sightings. Not a one.

Although, funnily (or maybe not so funnily) enough when we were headed back from the Arctic Trading Company, we heard some firecracker noises. Car backfiring? Gunshots? Nope and nope. Apparently, it was the bear patrol trying to get a polar bear in town back out to the tundra. The one time we walk by ourselves anywhere that's further than 25 feet away and we are on foot when a polar bear is in town in place with a full time population of less than 1,000 people (meaning very small). No more walks outside by ourselves. We'll wait for the tour bus to take us.

On day four, the same day we were set to leave town, we went looking for bears in a serious way in a serious ride.

Our Tundra Buggy. Churchill Wildlife Management Area.

Just east of Churchill, there is a Parks Canada property called Wapusk National Park. It sits along the western edge of the southern portion of Hudson Bay and houses the largest concentration of polar bear dens in the world. Wrapping Wapusk to the west and south is a tundra area called the Churchill Wildlife Management Area. The Wildlife Management Area was the final stop on our agenda in Churchill. If we saw bears here, we'd leave town happy. If we came up empty, there was no second chance. We'd be back in Winnipeg before the clock struck midnight and we'd likely never come back. Sure, we'd seen a bear. At a great distance swimming. That wasn't what we hoped for.

Our transport for the six hours we'd spend in the Wildlife Management Area was a Tundra Buggy, a boxy, all-white vehicle on jacked up tires with a back deck for polar bear watching. Picture a vehicle just a bit less aerodynamic than a school but with a deck attached to the back of the vehicle. Or you can just look at the picture above.

Indeed, a school bus was the inspiration for the Tundra Buggy. The first models were literally school busses with a fenced platform welded to the back of the bus which was accessible through the back exit door that we rarely ever used to use when we were kids. The current Tundra Buggies I'm sure are a lot more efficient and effective than those early vehicles, although the school bus feel still permeates the inside of the 2020s Buggies, right down to the windows which are unlatched on both sides and slid down to get fresh air. Or a clear view of polar bears for the Buggy occupants.

Polar bear number two. Churchill Wildlife Management Area.

It took us about 45 minutes to see our first polar bear. Not in the water swimming with his (or her) head barely above the surface of the Bay but on solid ground. Lying down in the distance, so far away that our camera struggled with the distance to get us a good picture. But this was it. This is what we came to see. Surely this would not be the only bear we'd find on our last day. A small thrill? Yep that about sums it up. Feeling vindicated but the bear didn't even stand up for crying out loud. We moved on in hopes of more.

We got it. But we'd have to wait about an hour and a half. And this one was running. Away from us. Fast. Possibly spooked by the giant rectangular white box with a bunch of excited humans inside. These bears can move and those strong back legs can power these big bodies across the landscape pretty rapidly. Once it had run a while, it turned, stood in profile and looked out and back towards our big white box long enough for me to take the picture below.

Two and a half hours. Two very distant white bears. That's about half our time gone.

Polar bear number three. Churchill Wildlife Management Area. 

The next sightings would be thrilling.

We'd end up with six polar bear sightings in our time in Churchill: one at that first safety briefing just by Miss Piggy and five more in the Wildlife Management Area. We haven't spent a lot of time in our lives looking for bears but we've done a few days here and there. Five in one day equals our best day ever in Sequoia National Park in California and six in one trip equals our best trip ever in Alaska. While that may not seem like a ton of bears on a vacation or even a day, we'll take it. If (and here's the catch) those are quality bear sightings.

Our afternoon bear sightings on our last day in Churchill definitely were of a higher quality. And they were polar bears which are rarer and take way more work than grizzlies or black bears. Polar bears are better. This was our best bear day ever.

One of the great things about the sequence of bear sightings we got on that last day is the bears we found were progressively closer to us which meant that each one gave us more to look at. You can see the difference in bear size between the two photographs above which stretched the zoom on our camera. Bear number two is definitely closer than bear number one.

Bear number six (the closest bear) is below. Now we are talking!

A few thoughts about bear number six. 

First, the view was terrific. This was a bear sighting we could take in without the use of the zoom lens on the camera, although we did that anyway. This was the best appreciation we would have of the size of a typical polar bear. This is a thick, muscled animal that you do not want to tangle with. I love the face as he's looking right over to our big white box on wheels.

Second, while we didn't intend to chase him away with our noise and extra large vehicle, we surely did in the end. We fully meant to just watch and take it all in and then leave the bear for someone else to discover (although I'm not sure there was anyone else out that day) but that didn't happen. The bear striding from his original spot again emphasized just how massive these bears are.

And third, the fact that this bear turned and yawned got us a great look at his signature long neck and massive jaws. This bear's mouth is gigantic. I guess it has to be because that's how he's going to capture seals when they surface at breathing time. The jaw has to be big enough to grab a full grown seal and pull it out of the water. 

Polar bears are generally solitary creatures. There's no hanging out as a family unit sipping a bottle or two of Coke at Christmas. The only time they really hang out with fellow polar bears is during mating season (which is NOT August) and if a mother is raising a cub or cubs. And that last one is why bear number six was our second best bear sighting.

Say hi to our mom and cub. Mom is on the right. The cub, which admittedly is not that much smaller than mom herself, is on the left. Mom is likely five plus years old. Her cub is likely about eight months old. The size similarity is more noticeable in the pictures below. Our guides for the day guessed that the cub is male, which explains the relatively similar bulk.

We spent about 10 minutes watching bear number six. We got about twice that long with our bear family duo, including a walk from where we first noticed them to a spot nearby to get a snack (likely of berries) before disappearing into the tundra greenery. And I really do mean disappearing. Once they had walked a bit into the fireweed and other stunted growths on top of the ground, you really couldn't see them at all. This is a big part of why they are so dangerous. Despite their size and their completely white fur, somehow they are about invisible even when there is no snow.

Cub leaves and mom follows.

Based on our wildlife watching experiences over the last 10 or so years, we've always been most satisfied with our looks at mammals or other creatures when there is some social interaction. One bear doesn't do that for us. And while we didn't get an extensive look at these two bears engaged with one another, the little bumps and nudges that they engaged in made a difference. It made it look like these two were in it together for each other and it was not just an every bear for him or herself situation like the others we saw. I like to think there was genuine affection and love exchanged between these two. Maybe I'm anthropomorphizing a bit much there. It was a privilege to follow these two for a bit more than a quarter of an hour.

One thing that I found remarkable about all five bears we found in the Wildlife Management Area was that they all knew we were there. They all looked straight at us for a while with the exception of our second bear that day (identified in this post as bear number three) who just took off running. Maybe it's stupid to note that an animal that uses its senses to survive in one of the harshest environments on Earth can notice a large vehicle that looks nothing like anything else for miles around. But it wasn't just the odd glance. The humans were to be watched and tracked and if we got too threatening, the bear was gone. Size matters. Big creatures don't like things bigger than them.

Before we arrived in Churchill, we'd seen pictures of polar bears walking right up to Tundra Buggies, putting their paws as high on the vehicle as possible and looking up at the humans looking down at them. I am sure that would have been incredible to see and hear and smell. That's not what we got. We'll have to be satisfied with what we found in 2026. And you know what? We didn't find nothing and we are satisfied. We got what we came for.

Single species wildlife watching trips are difficult. If you don't get that one thing you came to see, you are bound to be disappointed. We've never based a whole trip around one type of animal. We've had days where we were looking for one and only one bird or animal, but not a whole vacation. And to be frank, this wasn't a polar bear or bust trip; we actually did have other things we wanted to see that we felt pretty darned secure that we would see. But if we hadn't seen a polar bear in Churchill, this would have been a bust. There's no question about that. We left town knowing that wasn't the case and that felt good, even if we didn't get to smell polar bear breath because they were so tantalizingly close.

Polar bears are now added to our life list. They are proudly on that list with elephants and lions and kiwis and wolves and humpback whales and toucans and hippos and painted dogs and shoebills (definitely a one species day there) and a lot of other things.

Lots of big white butts and lots of looks over at the big white vehicle.

I don't know when the next time is that we will see an iconic animal in the wild for the first time. We certainly don't have the trip already scheduled or even penciled in right now. But when we get there, no matter what species of mammal, bird, reptile or whatever else it is we are looking for, that first sighting will be magical and thrilling, just like seeing our first polar bear was right after being scared to death by our "run as fast as you can" safety briefing.

This trip for us covered everywhere from Winnipeg to Churchill and back to Winnipeg with a couple of spots in between. The undisputed highlight of the trip was Churchill and the undisputed highlight of our time in Churchill was our time in the the Wildlife Management Area close to but really very far away from a number of large white bears. 

My favorite picture of the day is the one at the end of this post. It's the little head touch from the mom with the closed eyes on the back of her fast growing offspring. These two will stick with me.

The cover picture of this post is a soapstone sculpture called Circumpolar Mother and Cub by Abraham Anghik Ruben, an Inuvialuk Canadian sculptor. We found this work alongside a number of other similar sculptures by the same artist in the Winnipeg Art Gallery in downtown Winnipeg on the first full day of our trip. Maybe this was really the first polar bear we saw on this trip. Or maybe it was just a good luck omen. Anyway, it seemed appropriate to add to this post.

Pigs On The Wing

In late 1979 at the age of 11, I bought my first Pink Floyd record. It was the 7" single "Another Brick In The Wall, Part 2". The record was a huge hit in the United States, reaching number one on Billboard's Hot 100. It was all over the radio and I had to buy a copy to play at home. The song was pulled from the band's album released that same year called The Wall, band leader Roger Waters' semi-autobiographical tale of his journey from fatherless child (his father was killed in World War II) to international rock star and what the journey had done to him.

I had no idea who Pink Floyd was. No clue. I didn't know about their place in rock history or any of their songs or albums. I couldn't have told you if it was one person (which one's Pink?) or a band. I didn't even know they were British until kids asked me (as a recent immigrant to the United States from England) to say or sing "we don't need no education" while I was at school. Completely oblivious. 

I would eventually figure it out. When I was a freshman in college, I watched director Alan Parker's 1982 film adaptation of The Wall album and I was hooked. I'd never seen anything like that movie and I'd never heard anything like the music that was in the film. I got the album on CD for Christmas in 1986, put it on cassette tape and listened to it over and over and over again. And I do mean that. I was relentless. I drove my freshman year roommate crazy with that album. 

That last part was OK. He drove me crazy with other things.

Eventually and quickly, I'd become pretty well obsessed with Pink Floyd. I bought other albums and listened to them with the same fervor and dedication that I applied to The Wall. Dark Side of the Moon. Wish You Were Here. The Final Cut. Meddle. Atom Heart Mother.

One of my favorite Floyd albums was Animals, a five song concept album with a 17-minute long song called "Dogs" on side one. "Sheep" and "Pigs (Three Different Ones)" graced side two to extend the mammalian theme of the album title. The cover art of Animals featured a giant inflatable pig floating above a large brick building with four tall white chimneys. 

That pig was a source of fascination, and the stories about it intrigued me. Apparently, the band brought the pig on tour with them and had it floating around the arenas they played. In the late 1980s, all we could do was read second-hand accounts in books or magazines. There was no internet or treasure trove of pics or videos at fingertip access. The accounts of that pig amounted to something akin to myths or legends. It all added to the mystery about the band. Eventually, I'd see a facsimile of that pig at Roger Waters concerts. I loved it all. All of it. I still love Pink Floyd to this day.

An updated version of the inflatable pig (top left) from Roger Waters' 2022 concert in Washington, DC.

That large brick building with the four tall white chimneys? It's real. It sits on the south bank of the Thames River in London. And since we were in London to see a Tottenham Hotspur match and launch our week plus trip through Wales...time to visit a Pink Floyd album cover.

Considering all the times I've been to London in my life, I'm a little surprised that I have never visited the building that graced the cover of Animals before. I've spent time (and nights) in London in 2014, 2016, 2018, 2024 and way back in the 1990s. And the building was there each time I was there in those years. So sure, it wasn't always open and available to visit like inside the building. But the album cover isn't shot inside. 

So what is this magnificent structure? It's the old Battersea Power Station. It was designed in the art deco style during the 1920s by celebrated British architect Sir Giles Gilbert Scott and was built in two phases (it's actually a double power station) in the 1930s and 1950s. At its peak, it provided twenty percent of the city of London with power. But in 1983, Battersea was closed, no longer needed as an essential cog of London's electric grid. It would sit vacant for decades.

Then it got bought. Then it got re-opened four years ago as a mixed use development featuring a retail, office and residential program and which included brand new structures around the Power Station as the development's centerpiece.

I don't necessarily expect you to know who Sir Gilbert Giles Scott was but if some context is necessary, he designed both the red telephone booths that used to be all over England and he designed the former power station which is now the Tate Modern Museum in the center of London. He has some legacy.

What that re-development means for the actual Power Station today is that it's a giant shopping mall. I'm serious. But it's a pretty darned handsome shopping mall. 

I'm serious. The exterior shell is intact. The interior art deco detailing that graced the interior spaces in the building are still there in all their glory. And those four tall white chimneys are standing magnificently against the skyline of London. They were actually torn down and re-built starting in 2014, so it's probably a good thing I didn't try to visit Battersea that year.

The program of the mall is centered around the two old turbine halls in the building, multi-story spaces with glass skylights running down the entire length of the halls. They even left the old trussed bridge cranes in place as a tribute to the former function of the building. Those spaces, but particularly the west hall, are spectacular. 

We did not shop. Although we did go to Starbucks.

When they reprogrammed, repurposed, rebuilt and everything else "re" about the building that they did to it over the last 15 years or so, they added something called The Chimney Lift to the building. They took the northwest chimney and made it into a giant elevator (lift in England) that you can ride to the top of in a custom-built mostly glass enclosure. 

THAT is why we had to get inside of the Battersea Power Station on this visit. So sure, the Floyd thing was super important (and we WILL come back to that) and yes, the architecture of the Power Station is just amazing from a number of perspectives but mostly that they would spend this much making a power plant look this good, but it was the Chimney Lift that drew us in. 

And truth be told, we had to go twice. It was our first and last destination of our trip. Our very first stop on this trip after we checked in to our hotel was the Battersea Power Station. The Chimney Lift was broken. And facing a situation with no reliable un-broken time or date, we left. After our time in Wales, we flew back home out of Heathrow Airport so our very last stop on this trip right before we ate our final dinner in London was also the Battersea Power Station. And this time the lift was fixed.

A ride on the Chimney Lift costs about £20. It appears based on a look this week that it's dynamically priced, although honestly, I remember it being a flat rate but maybe that's because we bought in person as walk-ups. Not sure about that.

The experience before the ride takes you through some exhibits and facts about the building and if you are so inclined you can stop and take one or two touch screen quizzes. Then there's some waiting in a waiting area and some more waiting in another spot before you get to climb some steps to the lowest level of the lift. Along the way there are facts and video animations related to the Power Station...the Chimney Lift goes up 109 meters...the building used to burn 10,000 tonnes of coal a week to generate electricity...other stuff.

Yikes on that last one by the way. And a tonne is 2,200 pounds, if you were wondering. A staggering amount of coal.

The time on the Lift itself is about 15 minutes. The view is tremendous and that includes the aerial view of Battersea itself and the other three chimneys. But you have to hustle to take it all in because before very long, you are going to be descending so they can get the next lot of Chimney Lift-ers up to the top of the northwest chimney. I'd never been in that part of London really and certainly not really up in the air (so to speak) so the view was appreciated.

Was it worth it? I'll put it this way...I wanted to go on this ride to feel a deeper connection to a band that I love and I can afford it. Sometimes, things aren't what you expect and that's OK. I think it was worth it for me. But I wouldn't necessarily want to take a family up here, especially if I had no connection (via Pink Floyd or anything else) to the building. Again, the view was awesome; it was just too short. There have been bigger disappointments on vacation before. I'm fine with the Chimney Lift.

Beyond the Chimney Lift, we got a great Pink Floyd story out of our visit. And this counts for a lot.

Maybe I knew this story and I forgot it from some Pink Floyd book I read a long, long time ago, but I swear this is a new story for me. 

As much as the cover of Animals looks like a painting or drawing, it's not. It's a photograph (OK...so actually two photographs combined). That meant the Battersea Power Station actually had a giant inflatable pig floating over it while it was photographed on behalf of Roger Waters and Co. 

The shoot was scheduled for three days in December of 1976 and in case the pig somehow got free (meaning broke loose from its moorings) the band or record label or whoever was coordinating the photography hired a marksman as security for the event. And by that, I mean he was supposed to shoot the pig in case it got loose. 

How anyone thought this was a good idea is beyond me. I mean, bullets that go up have to come down, right? And shooting a rifle at an airborne balloon over the city of London doesn't strike me as a particularly bright thought to me. 

So anyway, on day one of the shoot, the marksman shows up on a perfectly dark and gloomy day but it's too windy to feasibly take a picture of the pig so they just photograph the building. Day two comes around the marksman isn't there. They only hired him for a single day. And sure enough, it's still windy that day and the pig broke loose. Nobody to shoot it down (thank God) so it drifted, cancelling flights at Heathrow Airport to the west of the city and landing in a cow field in Kent.

They did actually manage a picture of the pig on day three, but the sky was apparently a gorgeous blue. So they took the pig from day three and stuck in on the background from day one.

That's what we got out of our trip to the Battersea Power Station. And yes, the pig was named. Algie, if you must know.

Battersea Power Station is really all about the chimneys. That's not really true. But it sort of is.

This is not the first place we've traveled where we visited the site of a Pink Floyd album cover. Although it was the only place we've traveled where we intentionally visited the site of a Pink Floyd album cover.

In 2022, we were in Los Angeles (or more accurately probably greater Los Angeles) on a studio tour of the Warner Brothers property in Burbank when the driver of our tour bus / enhanced golf cart / whatever it was we were riding around in casually mentioned that the view to our right was where the cover of Pink Floyd's Wish You Were Here album was shot. And sure enough after I got home and compared my hastily shot iPhone picture to the cover of Floyd's 1975 album (and precursor to Animals), he was correct. Not that I really suspected he was not.

Now we've been to two of them. And honestly and completely understanding Pink Floyd's album cover collection, I can't realistically see myself ever getting to the location of a third. And if we somehow found the house where the cover of Ummagumma was shot (if it even still exists) or the field where the cover of Atom Heart Mother was created, I mean why would we even want to? I think two is good enough here. 

That wraps up England and Wales for 2026. Canada up next! Again!

And this is the second post from this trip which takes its title from Pink Floyd's Animals. Enough Floyd. For now.

Come On You Spurs

In 2014, I attended my first football (soccer) match in England ever. Yes, despite living the first 11 years of my life in England and being really pretty into football as a kid as a Liverpool and then Manchester City fan, the first time I set foot in a football stadium was late summer of 2014 in London. We went to see Tottenham Hotspur play Liverpool at the old White Hart Lane stadium. Tottenham lost 3-0, but the seed of my Spurs fandom was planted that day. We had to go back.

It took us 12 years. And it was about under the worst circumstances that we could have possibly imagined. Well...almost the worst. I blogged about that day 12 years ago. I'm blogging about this one too. This does not mean I will blog about every Tottenham match I ever attend.

I have a long and tortured history of supporting underperforming sports teams. Baseball-wise, I'm a Baltimore Orioles fan (last championship 1983). My hockey team is the Hartford Whalers who haven't existed since 1997. I abandoned the New York Knicks in the NBA for the Washington Wizards in 2000 (the Knicks just won the NBA title this year). And after moving to the United States and finding we had moved to a spot pretty much equidistant between the New England Patriots, New York Giants and New York Jets football teams, I picked the Jets. Since then, the Patriots have won six Super Bowls, the Giants have won four and the Jets have yet to make it to one.

On the surface of things, Tottenham Hotspur does not appear to be an underperforming club. They are only one of six teams never to have been relegated from the Premier League which is England's top football league and since that day we watched them lose to Liverpool in 2014, they have finished as runners-up in the Premier League once; have made two Carabao Cup (sometimes called the League Cup) finals and one Champions League Final; and have hoisted the Europa League Cup in 2025. Along the way they have regularly appeared in European competitions which generally means they are finishing towards the top of the league each year.

For the American sports fan maybe not that familiar with English or European football, maybe a few quick explanations about the landscape of English football is in order. 

Promotion and relegation is a system whereby the top bottom few teams in any league swap places with the top few teams in the league below them every year. It punishes underperformance and rewards winning unlike American sports leagues which just keep the same teams in the top league year after year. So in theory, if your team performs poorly enough, it will play in an inferior league the next year. 

The Premier League is the top league in England and it was founded in 1992. Before that the top league was the First Division. Tottenham has never been relegated from the Premier League but it has been relegated in its history which stretches back to 1882.

As opposed to American sports, which generally has one winner of the league per year, there is more than one trophy in play each year for all English Premier League teams. Sure, winning the League is the ultimate goal, but there are two additional domestic cups (the Carabao Cup and the F.A. Cup) and the top teams from the prior season can compete in one of three European cups if they qualify. So the top teams compete for up to four trophies in a single season.

The appoach to the almost brand new Tottenham Hotspur Stadium.

Let's get back to that performance issue, shall we?

Tottenham competed in the top-of-the-top UEFA Champions League this past season but they didn't qualify based on their league position the prior season. They got there by winning the Europa League. Don't get me wrong, winning the Europa League is good but their league position during that same campaign was 17th, one spot above relegation, which is alarming for a team whose finances are among the top ten in the world. They were well clear of 18th place but still...17th is not where the team expected to be. Despite adding a trophy to the trophy cabinet the prior season, changes had to be made.

So this past season they took steps to fix the underperformance. They hired longtime Brentford manager Thomas Frank to lead the team (thanks for the trophy, Ange!) and made a couple of key summer signings. After match week 11 (of 38) the team was in fifth place with a couple of key wins, particularly away at Manchester City, to make the fans feel good. They had also not lost through four Champions League matches.

Amongst all that sort of optimism, we decided we'd make it a point to attend the last Tottenham home match of the season which happened to also be the last match day of the Premier League season. What would be on the line for Spurs? A shot at the Premier League title? Or would it be simply competing for a top spot to play in Europe the following year?

As it turned out...neither of those things were in play. The club sat in 17th place again but this time if they lost and West Ham United won on the last match day, Tottenham would be relegated out of the Premier League. That was the backdrop to our second ever Tottenham Hotspur match.

Pre-match warmups.

There were some obvious differences between our first home Tottenham game 12 years ago and this year's relegation-or-stay-up match. First, ticketing is all electronic and all via the phone. It required us each to buy a club membership for the season but it was still way easier than 2014 when we purchased tickets available at will call that involved standing in a giant line to pick up, killing significant minutes of our vacation by queueing. 

Second, in the last 12 years, the City of London has constructed new overground rail lines and one of them stops right outside Tottenham's home park, which saved the very lengthy walk to and from White Hart Lane the last time we were at a home fixture. 

Third, we are now Tottenham Hotspur fans and know the roster top to bottom from watching them compete (or maybe not so much competing this last year) every week in the Premier League. I came to the match in my brand spanking new Micky Van De Ven kit rather than just wearing a plain, un-numbered and un-named jersey like I did on my first visit. 

But the biggest difference was the stadium. Gone is the 100 plus year old White Hart Lane that we visited last time we were in North London. In it's place (slightly to the north but overlapping the old WLH footprint) is the massive and super impressive custom built Tottenham Hotspur Stadium. No more tight corridors and ramps to get you to the right part of the stadium. Instead, we found ample concourses with food and beverage options in a slightly less roomy version of an American NFL stadium. The Stadium truly is magnficent. It's a testament to the wealth of this club, although it really should be a testament to the success of the club but, well...that whole underperforming thing.

We filed out of the concourse and found our front row, top deck seats just a bit forward on the pitch of the goal at the south end of the stadium in front of the magnificent, towering south stand.

Kickoff!!!

There was one other significant difference. This was a not an early season matchup that in the overall scheme of things may or may not be that meaningful to the club's position in the end of season table. Oh no...this was for a place in the Premier League next year or a spot in the second tier Championship. The place was tense and nervous. You could feel the resolve of the fans and togetherness of purpose for this totally unexpected scenario.

And that togetherness brought forth singing. Lots of singing. 

If there was something we missed in our first Spurs experience, it was the singing. And I believe it was directly related to Liverpool scoring seven minutes into the match and Spurs not really competing much after that, especially after a soft penalty was given (and I do mean GIVEN) to the visitors shortly after halftime.

"Come On Your Spurs". "Glory, Glory, Tottenham Hotspur". "When the Spurs Go Marching In". A chant about Micky Van De Ven set to the tune of "Give It Up" by K.C. and the Sunshine Band. And a well-intentioned often-repeated defense of the neighborhood's Jewish background that the Football Association is trying to get fans to stop chanting because their statement of affirmation happens to contain a racial slur. All of all five of those. Lots of all five of those. Last time at White Hart Lane, we heard far too many Liverpool songs. This time was different.

We sang along. With the first four at least. I read after the match that some of the Everton (our opponent for the day) players put that crowd-generated environment as one of the top three stadium environments in the League. This is what I wanted.

Me and other middle-aged white dudes belting out some Spurs songs.

This whole relegation situation thing had become a significant source of stress as Tottenham have slowly descended in the standings. Gone was new manager Thomas Frank, as was his seven game replacement Igor Tudor before the team finally got serious and hired a third manager of the season (Roberto De Zerbi) who few seemed to really be crazy about the idea, including maybe the team itself.

If the stress of that situation wasn't bad enough, us folks in the east side of the upper deck were frontally assaulted by the setting sun on the hottest May day on record in the United Kingdom ever (it beat the record set the prior day). Bad enough that the day might end up with the team getting relegated for the first time in about 50 years. Now we have to deal with 87 degree weather that feels like 91? Did the singing help this one? Not really. Maybe the tension about relegation but not the heat.

So is Tottenham Hotspur Football Club playing in the Championship next year? No. No they are not. A dominant first half of possession yielded a scrappy goal just before the halftime break and it ended up being good enough to stand up a 1-0 win, securing Premier League status for 2026-27 while sending West Ham United down to the second division. Maybe the last 10 or 15 minutes were a little stressful as Everton made a play for a last minute draw, but even a draw would have secured top flight status for Tottenham next season.

The players applauding the fans.

We survived. Barely. 

Then we saw something we'd never seen in person: the home team players applauding the supporters after the win. This was actually our third English football game (we went to a Crystal Palace home match in 2016) and in both of the prior two occasions the home team had not only lost, but they had failed to even score a goal. This whole experience was gratifying, but this last piece put our day over the top to set us back on our long train ride back to central London and our hotel.

Is this whole 17th place two years in a row thing fixed for Tottenham Hotspur? No clue. They have certainly invested more cash into the team this summer than I can remember the team ever doing, but results (and their ability to hold onto / be patient with a new manager or head coach) are the things that are going to matter, not money laid out during the season break. 

At the end of the match some fans unfurled a large banner that read "Love Tottenham Hate ENIC", a reference to the current ownership of the team which has allowed the club to languish into the situation it is in right now through a combination (more than anything else) of poor leadership, bad decision making and spotty player scouting. Something needs to change soon. The season starts in less than a month so the first results will start pouring in sometime in mid to late August.

For a day in May of 2026, all that didn't matter. We are staying up. Mission accomplished. We'll be back sometime. And I likely won't blog about that one.

Last time we watched Spurs play, I posted a picture of the away stand (in countries outside of the United States fans are not mixed together but are instead allocated home and away sections) with the Liverpool fans still there after the final whistle and most of the stands around them empty of home support. Today, I'm doing the same thing. Can you guess where the Everton fans were sitting? 

The cover photograph of this post is a 1953 painting by L.S. Lowry called Going To The Match. We found it at The Lowry in Salford just outside of Manchester. I thought it would make an apt cover photo to pull in a little bit of our England and Wales trip that I haven't talked about in other blog posts. Lowry was a part of this trip. I'm glad to have included his work here.

Blackbird Singing In The Dead Of Night

Photo post time!

Before our late May trip to the United Kingdom, we'd taken just two very short trips in 2026: a long weekend in northern Arizona and a work-from-hotel most-of-a-week in New Orleans. For each of those trips, I pre-blogged an introduction to what I planned to be two incredible, multi-site birdwatching experiences. I was thinking roadrunners, condors and evening grosbeaks in Arizona and painted buntings, roseate spoonbills and pelicans in New Orleans. I even started one of those two posts with a question if every trip from now on needed a birdwatching post.

They didn't happen. Don't get me wrong, we birdwatched on both trips. But for whatever reason (and truth be told one of the reasons was that the main trail in Bayou Sauvage National Wildlife Refuge in New Orleans was closed), we didn't have an incredible birding experience in either spot. So no birdwatching post in Arizona and no birdwatching post in New Orleans. Nature doesn't always cooperate.

That had to change in England and Wales. No way was i going birdwatching away from home on three straight trips without having a treasure trove of bird pictures that I could no way, no how get at home. So I adopted a strategy that I thought could not fail: go birdwatching a lot. Like seven birdwatching excursions in a 16 night trip. It worked!!!

Rose-ringed parakeet, near Wormwood Scrubs, London.

Taking time out of a trip to go birdwatching seven times in a single vacation may seem like a lot, but most of these were either early morning walks or nice-to-haves on our agenda. Meaning we would squeeze them in if we could on an already packed day's schedule. Clearly we did some squeezing, although we had to swap out a couple of spots that were more local to our hotel and likely less productive overall. You can't always get what you want, right? 

Having said that, among the days "climbing" mountains, exploring castles, walking sheep and navigating canals in Wales, we did plan one full day dedicated to birdwatching on Skomer Island. This was our intentional birdwatching splurge on this trip requiring a two hour drive each way (including a "required" 30 minute early arrival time) and a boat trip from the mainland to the island itself. 

Let's start our birdwatching narrative with Skomer.

So what's so great about Skomer? Puffins are what's so great about Skomer. Like 52,000 plus puffins. And yes, I know we've been puffin watching in both Maine (not great) and Scotland (awesome!) in 2021 and 2022 but we can't resist a day seeing puffins. There's no way you can take a bad picture of a puffin. It's just not possible. These birds are so tame. They have no fear whatsoever of humans so it's not unusual to have a puffin land inches from where you are standing and head to their burrows. Or even just stand around right next to you. It is a super, super intimate experience. It took us walking like more than half of Skomer island (the perimeter loop on the island is about 6 kilometers) to find the right spots, but once you get there, it's completely worth it.

Skomer, by the way, is a commitment. You get dropped off in the morning and your return boat is five hours later. So don't get bored after about an hour because you are not coming back to the mainland for a while. There's also no food and limited water and bathrooms on the island. Be prepared with Tesco meal deals or whatever else you need to keep yourself going.

Puffins. No bad pictures. It's not possible. I'm telling you. 

Puffin-wise, I'd put Skomer below Lunga Island in Scotland that we visited in 2022. The puffin population on Lunga, while smaller by far, was more concentrated in a single spot which meant you never missed an awesome opportunity. On Skomer, things were a lot more spread out. More puffins total but over a much bigger area. We were also about three or four weeks later on in the year at Lunga when there was far more puffling-feeding going on and meant puffins flying back from the sea with mouthfuls of sea eels. Not so much of that at Skomer. Still, by the few pictures above, clearly we found some good looks at puffins. 

Where there are puffins on an island, there are inevitablly guillemots (what in the United States we call common murre) and razorbills and for sure there were plenty of those on Skomer as there were on Lunga four years ago. But Skomer's much bigger size and geographical diversity separated itself from our time on Lunga in one significant way: more total bird species. We found a treasure trove of other birds on the island, including sedge warblers, northern wheatears, meadow pipits and a white wagtail, along with a pile of various gull species. 

There are also about 350,000 breeding pairs (not a typo) of manx shearwaters on ths island. That's more than half the worldwide population of manx shearwaters on a single island off the coast of Wales. So did we see a ton of these birds? No, we did not. In fact, we didn't a see a single live manx shearwater during our time on the island because they are nocturnal and live underground. The island is riddled with burrows requiring a strict stay-on-the-path rule on the island, lest we end up crushing a manx shearwater burrow so we felt their presence because it governed where we could go. No winging it and walking wherever we wanted on Skomer. And unfortunately, we did see a number of dead shearwaters on the island.

Trips like the one we took to Skomer may seem like a slam dunk in terms of birdwatching but we actually got super lucky here. We were told on the boat that this was the only day that whole week that passage to Skomer was even possible. 

Skomer birds (top to bottom): razorbills, sedge warbler, meadow pipit, northern wheatear and white wagtail.

OK, so that takes care of Skomer. What else stood out? I'd say Teifi Marshes Nature Reserve about 25 minutes south of Aberaeron (a good there-and-back early morning trip before breakfast was over at our hotel) in Wales and Hyde Park smack dab in the middle of London. We had not great (meaning Welsh on-and-off rain) weather at Teifi Marshes but the place is set up for success, with a number of excellently placed bird blinds and a good mix between wetlands and non-wetlands environments. We were also effectively alone, seeing (if I'm remembering correctly), just two other people in our time there. Hyde Park was totally different. We had awesome weather on that London morning but we also had a lot of company in tourists and joggers everywhere. Hyde Park, though, is stocked full of interesting birds.

I will say that a lot of the value we got out of both places (and other spots we visited) was in birds that are foreign to us but possibly very common to people who live in England and Wales. At both places we geeked out over blue tits, a bird I know as not in any way rare from my time growing up in England in the 1970s. But we don't have them in the United States and they are gorgeous little blue and yellow birds which are a treat to see. We spent a lot of time tracking them in Teifi Marshes and went way off the beaten path in Hyde Park when we sleuthed out a nest in a cavity of a tree. 

I have a feeling that if I lived in central Wales, I could go back to Teifi Marshes a lot. I feel we just scratched the surface of that spot. We saw some birds (like coots and mallards) that we can see locally here in the United States but I think spending some time in those blinds might reveal more than what we saw before breakfast on the day we visited. There were also a lot of trails that we left unexplored and we were there for over an hour.

Teifi Marshes birds (top to bottom): moorhen, grey heron and bullfinch.

I used to be amazed at the kinds of birds you can find in the centers of cities but not any more. We went birdwatching a few years ago in New York's Central Park and found a surprising amount of birdlife. London's Hyde Park was a similar experience. I guess birds have to live somewhere and while most cities have trees sprinkled all over street corners and small squares and parks dotted all over the urban landscape, really large city parks have a tendency to attract multiple species of birds, especially when there are water features. 

Hyde Park was maybe a 10 minute walk from our London hotel to the edge of the Park and entering the Park didn't immediately get us a lot of birds. But our experience definitely improved when we got to the water. Our walk from the north side to the main portion of The Serpentine (which is the largest body of water by far in the Park) in the south made us start to question our decision to visit the Park. But as soon as we hit the water, we saw ducks, swans, plenty of coots and some great crested grebes, a gorgeous waterbird that we haven't really seen many of up close before. It's a treat to find these in an urban environment on vacation (we also found some later in the week in Cardiff's also urban Bute Park).

But Hyde Park kept going and kept revealing more and more birds, including rose-ringed parakeets that are not native but are now definitely resident all over London parks these days. We saw a few elsewhere in London on this trip (picture above) and spent some time looking at them in St. James's Park on our trip to England in 2024.

Hyde Park birds (top to bottom): marsh warbler, grey wagtail, great crested grebe and blue tit.

If these three spots were the stars of our trip, there was a great supporting cast. Wormwood Scrubs in London. Cardiff Bay Wetlands Reserve. Bute Park in Cardiff. RSPB Conwy. We visited all with camera, binoculars and the Merlin app in hand. The quality and quantity of bird sightings at each place varied significantly. We definitely visited at least one at the wrong time of the day but if I know anything about visiting any place wild to see wildlife, it's that a place that seems empty on one day can be the best place you have ever been the next. 

If there was a disappointment in our birdwatching in England and Wales, it was the almost complete lack of birds of prey in our birdwatching trips and the lack of kingfishers, particularly considering how much time we spent next to water. On the raptor side of things, we did manage a look at an eastern buzzard while walking our sheep and we saw plenty of red kites in the skies all over Wales but only when we were driving around the various back roads from one place to the next. On the kingfisher sightings (or lack thereof), Merlin heard one at Teifi Marshes and we may have seen a flash of common kingfisher orange and blue in Cardiff. But those common kingfishers were certainly not common for us.

I won't blow-by-blow the complete bird list we came home with from the UK. But bear with me for three small stories that meant something. 

There are species of birds in the United States and elsewhere in the world that share the same name but which look significantly different than they do in the United States. I guess these three quick stories have that issue in common. 

If there's a signature English backyard bird for me, it's the European robin. It's a small sparrow-ish sized bird with an orange-red patch extending from its face to halfway down its breast. Here in the U.S. our American robins are larger with the orange-red color extending over its entire breast but not up to the face. Robins in England are cuter. They just are. But despite my childhood memories of them, they were not super common in the spots we visited.

But we found one in our time at RSPB Conwy that was utterly unconcerned with our presence and decided to hang out on some branches which were about mid-thigh height for me. We got to within less than six feet of this bird and it would not leave where it was sitting which allowed us to get a signature look at the bird I associate most with England (although admittedly, we were in Wales). These five minute or so looks like this that you get every so very rarely are always super intimate experiences. This one was no exception. It was like watching a puffin.

Next bird named similarly on both sides of the Atlantic Ocean? The goldfinch. We have goldfinches in the United States. They are very, very yellow with black on their wings and head. They are without question gold. European goldfinches look like the picture above. We'd never seen one before this trip. We were a bit astonished at the lack of gold.

For our last intentional birdwatching outing of this trip, we visited Cardiff Bay Wetland Reserve. The weather was terrible. It started out OK but it ended up pouring rain for about 20 minutes and we got soaked. The birdwatching was difficult. The wind before the rain clearly was making birds take cover for the coming rains and at one point I told Sophia that I'd be happy just getting a good picture of a goldfinch out of this trip. Nothing else. Just a goldfinch. And Boom! One landed in a tree right in front of us during a break in the weather when it was sort of sunny. Perfect picture pretty much. So fortunate but so much of photographing wildlife is being in the right place at the exact right time. We were.

I still don't get the gold thing. This is an attractive, interesting bird. I love the deep, deep red on the face and I love the flash of gold on the wing. But goldfinch? I don't know. Not what I would have named it. I assume it was named that before people who named all the birds of the world found the American goldfinch.

Birdwatching often comes with a soundtrack. If there was one bird which was sort of the universal background music for all our time in Wales and England (and not just when we were birding) it was the blackbird. Like robins and goldfinches, we also have blackbirds in the United States but ours locally are either red-winged backbirds (tons in the wetlands and swamps) or rusty blackbirds (which are just not that common). They do not live near our house.

If we heard tweeting in the United Kingdom, almost guaranteed (with a bit of an apology to the wrens in London) it was a blackbird. I just heard a bird! Blackbird. What was that song? Blackbird. That birdsong was really loud and clear! Blackbird.

Because they were so common, I didn't really focus on taking pictures of them until the very last day when I thought that I should have something to remember all the serenading they had done for us for the two weeks we were in country. The above picture is the best I got on our very, very last birdwatching excursion in Cardiff's Bute Park. I'm sure I could have done better if I had tried harder earlier in the week. Blackbirds made part of our experience in England and Wales. Including a picture is super appropriate in this post.

That wraps our England and Wales birdwatching story. I'm not sure we are going to get much in the way of blogworthy birding experiences in our last two significant trips of 2026 and the weather in the D.C. area for at least the next month or two is going to make it rough getting out to see birds for the rest of the summer. But rest assured we will keep going. As I finish writing this post I can hear one of the pair of catbirds that have nested in one of our trees in the back yard just furiously cheeping away. I never knew catbirds were such whistlers until we had a pair living right next to our house. Wildlife continues to reveal surprises which is why we will likely continue to chase it until we are no longer able. That day is hopefully a long, long way away.