four if by sea

This morning we packed up our camp and said a reluctant farewell to the tucked away quietness of Ucluelet, and traveled the windy roads to Victoria. After settling into our motel, we marched off to our fave little doc side eatery (Red Fish Blue Fish) for deep fried oysters, jerk fish poutine and tuna tacones and then headed back to the seaside at Macauley Point. I painted rocks. The dogs wandered. The BD read. 


It was the best Sunday.