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
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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&