Monday, 6 May 2019
Hornby Island, British Columbia, Canada
Cannot begin to describe what it feels like to wake up with insane views of snow capped mountains, the sea and eagles flying about. And all that from your bed looking out the window.
And to add to all that. Hummingbirds buzzing around the feeder on the deck. Except one poor hummingbird has found its way into the kitchen and can’t get out. Has to be coaxed out with a bit of newspaper. But at one point I fear I’ve killed it as it suddenly plonks itself down on the windowsill and doesn’t move when I give it a nudge (see photo below). Thankfully, the poor thing is having a rest and soon finds the open door.
As with every other day. It’s a chilled out affair. Nothing planned. Go with the flow. Decide on a walk to the other side of the island. Such is island life that we hitch a lift back to our start point. The last time I hitched a lift was in Ethiopia. Have already given one old soul, who was also hitching, a lift to the shops earlier. That’s what you do on Hornby. Help each other.
There are some real characters on this island. Quite a few draft dodgers on the island who came here in the 1970s to avoid the Vietnam War. Back then, the impression I get is that it was a hippy, arty, sort of place. Now there’s a mix of the old guard and the new city slickers with swish new second homes here. The demographics are a changing. Such is progress.
The evening starts with botanicals and canapes on the deck and finishes with cheese and wine at Miss Vancouver’s friends’ home.
Have been hobknobbing with an award winning Canadian film and TV director.
Oh yes, dear reader, I mix in all sorts of circles.
