It takes a conscious effort not to think back at our time on Vancouver Island without an insane want to return. I have to force myself to recall the reasons we left, and then I always come to peace with the fact that it was the right decision.
Still, in a time when the winter seems to be refusing to leave, it is easy to get caught up in the warm memories of a summer in Maple Bay. Daily trips to Cowichan Bay to stuff our faces with cheese sandwiches & chocolate buns. Evenings spent on our lush veranda drinking red wine and watching the sunset. Living for the moment and throwing caution to the wind – it was a magical time.