Friday, 4 June 2010
Hornby Island, British Columbia, Canada
Fulfil one of life’s ambitions this morning.
Making a driftwood fire on the beach and cooking breakfast on it.
Oh yes.
This. Is. The. Life.
The beach a few steps away from the cabins.
Collect kindle and larger bits of dry driftwood from the shoreline.
Am in my element.
Bright blue sky. Eagles soaring above me. Not a breath of wind. Tranquil is the word.
A view to die for.
Snow capped mountains. Blue sea melting into the horizon. The beach.
Miss Vancouver does all the usual prepping. All I have to do is put the skillet with bacon and eggs on the fire. Easy life this.
Could get used to this.
Sit on a driftwood log enjoying a brew and breakfast. The wood smoke smell. The bacon smell. This is heaven, dear reader.
There is nowhere better in the world right now.
This is absolute bliss.
And for the first time on the trip, a leisurely day.
Pottering.
Wine tasting at the local vineyard, Carbrea. You may be surprised to read that there are vineyards in this neck of the woods. Well, it ain’t half bad. Buy a wacky little wine I’d not heard of before. Agria. Red wine. It will be consumed at some point over the next few weeks.
Jazz night at the local pub, The Thatch. So called ‘cos of its thatched roof.
Cracking night meeting the locals and listening to some easy jazz. It’s 2155hrs. The pianist packs up and scurries off. Has someone upset her?
No.
She’s gone to catch the 2200hrs final ferry to Denman Island. The ferry landing being right next to the pub. The other three musicians obviously live on Hornby as they continue playing.
Twilight nightcaps back at the cabins on the deck it’s still so warm at this late hour.
Another driftwood fire. Soon crackling away. Flames illuminating the garden.
Stars come out to play again. Much clearer than last night.
Stars shine bright like a diamond as we sit on the beach, whisky in hand, looking up to the heavens.
No.
This is heaven.
Here.
At this moment.
I’m so lucky.
