We spent the long weekend on Gambier Island, with a few of the in-laws and friends - say, 50 of them or so, many under the age of 13. There was a bit of pandemonium, not to mention 5 meals a day, so it was nice to escape periodically to draw. The government wharf on the island was covered in boys doing things that I thought boys weren't allowed to do any more - climbing pilings, jumping off them into the shallow water at low tide, hanging over the side on rusty chains. Then a mother showed up - not to chastise them, but to bring them lunch, then let them continue being boys. That was nice to see. It's a scenic place, from Halkett Bay, a marine park, to Two-and-a-Half-Tree Island just off the cabin's dock. There were visits from seals, sea lions, a dolphin and lion's mane jellyfish (tough luck about the arm, Mike - it'll grow back). It's also a damp place, which is good for intertidal life, not so good for camping equipment.