Enough, already!

cruise.ship.01I 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

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Tales of the Crypt

As a newly retired guy I’ve developed a couple of  new pastimes:

1.  I  now check the obituaries every day, just to see who I know, and

2. I daydream a lot about devising a sure-fire, low risk, high return money-making scheme to supplement my meager pension. Continue reading

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Is it too much to ask?

My heart sank this morning when I heard that a fuel barge with millions of litres of fuel on board was in danger of grounding itself  on the shores of the Goose Group, a tiny, uninhabited group of islands that lie offshore of the remote stretch of the  BC coast known as the Hakai. Continue reading

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Lest we forget

” We die twice, first, when we stop breathing, then again, the last time someone speaks our name”  Banksy

An apt thought for Remembrance day- a day dedicated to speaking the names of those who have fallen in the service of their country; a day dedicated to keeping their memory alive.

Each year I try to look beyond the pomp and ceremony of the large, organized ceremonies to shine a light on some of the lesser known memorials, such as the homespun site known as Charlie’s tree, or the flying boat model on a pole  in the tiny village of  Shearwater, or Port Moody’s re-creation of a WW1 trench.

Last week, on a grey and windy day I paid a visit to the Kap’yong memorial,  perched atop Radar Hill in Pacific Rim National Park, over the ruins of a cold war era radar installation. It is a simple stone and plaque, set against the backdrop of a Clayoquot Sound panorama..

It is a lonely place, yet someone had preceded us to the memorial, leaving there a  single poppy, and a sodden photograph of a sailor of the Second Great War- a sailor who still lives, although he breathes no more, as someone had braved the November gloom to remember, and to speak his name.

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When to throw in the towel

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

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