…the liquors were handed around in great fulness, the ale in large wooden bickers, and the brandy in capacious horns of oxen.

A group of finches, of which Mr. Gould considers there are thirteen species; and these he has distributed into for new sub-genera. These birds are the most singular of any in the archipelago.

We decide to stop in Chemainus for lunch, so we tie up at the public wharf, set security, grab the manpacks, and stroll into the pretty little town... enjoying the stretch.

Daragh's on the phone at the moment. He'll call you when he's finished.