Bowen Island is just off Vancouver, about a fifteen or twenty minute ferry trip away.
I’d heard about it from my mum’s friend who used to live there, but I was seriously under-prepared for how beautiful it was going to be. Words, and pictures, cannot describe it.
These photos are from May, but it felt like the middle of summer.
If I could go anywhere to retire, it would be Bowen Island.
I’d own a boat, and drink coffee and read on my deck all day (because it would never rain, of course).