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Everyone returned safely from Saltspring, with Caroline and Hugh voyaging back in the Optimist, and Katie, Max and I following in the motorhome. Now it was time to get back to normal. Max and Brandy were reunited for their walks
The members of the Vancouver Lower Mainland community theatre scene were very sad to see the passing of George Kopf last month, and today, at the Bernie Legge Theatre, we celebrated his life. For many years, George was a fixture
Max soon got used to life on the island, but once the novelty wore off, his behaviour began to deteriorate again. One morning, Hugh and I took him for a walk to Ganges. The trip down was delightful, as was
Saltspring was lovely. There were fields with hedgerows that had the nostalgic charm of the English countryside. There were trails where Max could go for a run with Bobo and Sally, and he proved remarkably gentlemanly realizing that his new
Max was happy to have an interlude at home. He was particularly glad to see Edna and be reunited with Brandy, although both dogs seemed a little shy at first. Max wagged his tail rather tentatively, probably remembering how standoffish
Our wonderful summer at Pender Harbour—a heady mix of writing, hiking, fishing, swimming and craft-market vending—was blighted when I lost my wedding and engagement rings, the two being fused together into an ornate arrangement that I had treasured for the
It was great to be back in the Cariboo. After the noise and confusion of the Okanagan campsites, we finally enjoyed a peaceful night where the only sound was the loon on the lake. The next morning, the temperature was
Hundreds of years before the Europeans arrived, the Sechelt First Nations people roamed the Sunshine Coast of B.C. Visitors to Pender Harbour will immediately notice Mount Daniel and Pender Hill overlooking the bay, and it does not take much leap
Camping did not make for good sleeping. In the early hours of the morning, a tow truck came to move a trailer parked beside the road, so we had to endure flashing lights, yells and crashing chains for forty-five minutes.
Peachland was hot. It was also immaculate and not dog friendly. However, with the help of another dog walker, we discovered some trails alongside a creek where Max could have a bit of a run. He was apprehensive to find