A big thank you to so many islanders for making the effort to send me off the island with love. A party on the pier and a ride in a vintage car surrounded with handsome men playing ukuleles, and in a parade no less – who could ask for anything more? Your phone calls, visits and lovely cards with notes mean so much to me. If Father Time had not caught up with me, I would still own the marina.
I’ve gone back to my roots in Kitsilano where I am closer to my family. The view from my front room is spectacular and Bowen is in plain sight.
Thanks for all the memories that are there to remind me of what a very special place the island has been for not only myself but for my family over a period of 100 years.
Au revoir - until I see you again.