Beach Colours in Winter

I love beaches. Not for lying on, covered in tanning lotion, frying with others, packed in on sun loungers. Deserted beaches. Winter beaches. With a cold wind whipping up a spray, the sand not yet imprinted with human feet, the battle at the edge of the land rages on every second of every day. A …

The Road To Nanaimo

A wet winter’s day, waiting for the coach from Victoria to Nanaimo. Time to board. “You need photo ID for those tickets”. Uh, oh. Apologies. The “I’m a stupid foreigner” excuse. We’re allowed on, with a disapproving sigh. Find seats. Seats that get a window view for an excited three year-old. The air is warm …