FRASER crosses the water

Powell River is up next, at the marvellous Breakwater Books. Sean and Ruth are eclectic owners — they run the bookstore…and have a farm on the side. But most importantly?

Fudge.

WHY DOESN’T EVERY BOOKSTORE HAVE FUDGE?

It’s crazy.

 

 

 

Had a great time with the Breakwater folks and those who came by to pick up a book. Including this gentleman…

 

Now, I’ve sold a bunch of books already, but this man…this man is the FIRST James Fraser I have signed a book for.

Clearly — he was in the mood to celebrate!

 

I made sure his wife walked away with a ‘Found My Fraser’ pin!

So, the visit to Powell River was a demonstration of kindness from first to last. Sean offered to collect me from the ferry, meaning I could save the money it would cost to bring my Jeep over, and just pay the walk-on fee. Then he plied me with tea and fudge and offered goodies from his cafe. I chatted with writers and farmers and tourists while selling books, and then Sean drove me back to the ferry when it was time.

Except it turned out it wasn’t time. I’d forgotten it was Saturday, and the ferry I was planning to take was off the schedule. But one of the BC Ferry workers kindly offered shelter for my books and giant poster, so I hiked back into town to find a place to work. And after asking directions from Debbie — a stranger I met on the street — she bought me a cold drink and drove me to the nearest Tim Horten’s so I could avail myself of the wifi.

Kindness at every turn!

Thanks again to Debbie for rescuing me, to Breakwater Books for hosting me, and to all the lovely readers — including Mr & Mrs. James Fraser! — who bought my books.

Next stop — Pender Island!

 

More soon…

 

~kc