My introduction to the frontier lifestyle of the West Coast came shortly after I began my articling year in Nanaimo, when the herring fleet hit town.
Those were the glory days of the herring fishery, when high-balling crews of “Cold water Cowboys” exuberantly chased enormous schools of herring around the Straits of Georgia, loading their skiffs with fish until their gunwales were almost awash, then frantically signaling to the hovering packer boats displaying “Cash Buyer” signs, to sell their catch before they capsized. Herring roe is a delicacy in Japan, and the Japanese were flush, paying huge prices for the roe. Continue reading
I had a few restive nights recently, waking in the wee small hours to listen to the sound of hard rain on the roof, shivering at the thought that somewhere, a very short distance away – a mile or more at most, there was a lost dog walker and her charges, soaked, chilled and huddled against the deluge. Continue reading
They say that those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat the mistakes of the past, and a lifetime of travel has led me to conclude that much of tourism consists of simply re-visiting the sites of those lessons. Continue reading
When I created this blog over 5 years ago, I chose the title “A Gentleman’s Relish” with a distinct nod to the English gentleman. This now endangered, if not extinct, sub-species has always had a certain cachet with me. As a busy professional I have found it intriguing to contemplate a life where money was no object, and one could fill ones days with leisure pursuits, Continue reading