Protection Island.. more than a little in love!

The boys are tucked up in bed and Matt wanted an early night … so I decided to get a cab to ‘wherever the cabbie recommended’… and ended up at nanaimo harbour. The sun was just beginning to dip and as I walked up the jetty I spotted a little boat firing up its engine…it turns out that the ferryman was heading out to ‘Protection Island’ and I couldn’t turn down the offer of a ride…

… what a place! If I could design an Island then Protection would be it… in fact, as a little girl, I think I painted it’s spruce lined shores and rickety jettys… it’s forests and sandy shores…I’m sure that, on grey and rainy days, I named its streets… Pirates Lane and Treasure Trail… and when I used to write by torch light under my covers I’m sure I created its residents…. Billy Bones and Nancy Swashbuckle…

As the ferryman and his boat chugged away from the island i put his promise to return at 10pm safely at the back of mind.. headed up the little gangplank and into the belly of the island… it felt like home…

Deja vu. The heady smell of pine… so strong and earthy. No roads .. no cars.. just little buggy’s… the lanes beckon you in and, as there was just enough light to explore I couldn’t resist but follow the tracks…

Little cabins nestled in the trees .. backyards sliding down to meet the waters edge.. no sound other than birds… against a backdrop of lapping waves. Looking out from the shore, the lights of Nanaimo began to sparkle..

I sat for a while with an elderly couple … sitting reading together.. glass of wine in hand and a flock of Canada geese wading beside them. I can’t begin to tell you how this island felt … it almost made me cry. As I made my way back to jetty I found a little pub.. a ramshackle, beard wearing, country music kinda pub.. where I felt I should have ordered a double malt and not a Diet Coke! A perfect place to pass the time and I figured that, if the ferryman failed to return, then they’d maybe let me sleep in the bar til morning!

But, true to his word, he returned and his little boat expertly skimmed the water in darkness, heading for the light of Nanaimo. I have to come back here soon.. and maybe see if I can stay there for a summer or two… a proper, rip roaring, smugglers kind of place. I didn’t want to leave!

A random evening that has left me more than a little in love!

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