Friday 23rd February 2001.
Powered by dried apricots

Noelle had the day off work, so we ventured along the south-western coast of Vancouver Island to see what we could find. We borrowed her parents' van, which is called a "Caravan". But it isn't. Crazy Canadians.

We were trying to find our way down to Sombrio. "What if we get lost?" I asked, a note of panic in my voice, "We're miles from anywhere! And all we have to eat are these dried apricots! Which are making us fart!" I needn't have worried, we found Sombrio soon enough. Under grey skies we walked along the grey beach, and watched the surfers in their full-length wetsuits, who were doing their best in the grey ocean.