After eating all these "small" portions for the last few weeks, I decided some exercise was needed. Feeling tired already from the early boat journey to Victoria on Vancouver Island I decided I would go for a little jog, return and have an early night. I set off towards the harbour and I felt rain for the first time in nearly three weeks! And I won't lie it felt good, refreshing almost. I jogged along the harbour front and kept going until I stumbled onto a place called Fishermans Wharf. The small harbour has numerous floating houses in a variety of colours (think balamory!) which were either restaurants or peoples homes. The smell of fish and chips reeled me in and I ordered a small portion to go. I walked back along the trail and found a bench under a tree, sheltered from the rain and overlooking the harbour. The sun was setting and the lights of boats, cruisers and sea planes illuminated the waters. I sat there, for nearly an hour, eating my chips from a newspaper contemplating my journey so far, taking in the serenity of the situation, thinking how lucky I am to have this opportunity, and really appreciating it. So I have come to a conclusion, from now on no more exercising, I'll have a large portion please!!
