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<jats:p> When I arrived by sea as a child, my gateway into Canada was Quebec City, where it was announced to those on board that a wildcat plane and train strike required that we continue by water. And so the journey began that opened to me the astonishment of the St Lawrence River. What shocked me most, across the vast expanse of moving darkness, itself an unprecedented sight, were the massed trees on either shore, sombre even in morning sunshine. Only once since then, on another boat, waking suddenly to find hard by each porthole a towering wall of pale beige rock, have I experienced the dreamlike awe of that first journey into the continent. </jats:p>