As the sun rises over Royston’s ghostly shipwrecks, the water turns to gold and the past seems close enough to touch. These old hulls once proud working vessels now rest quietly beneath the waters of Vancouver Island. Their silhouette slowly taking shape with morning light, revealing what time has softened: a place where history, memory, and nature breathe together. Royston never rushes the day… it simply awakens.
That certainly looks like good healthy freedom...