Dinghy Dock with a somewhat over sized 'dinghy', although this almost derelict boat looks rather dingy.
Some of our fellow 'sailors' live on these contraptions, and feel that it is their unquestionable right to park them ANYWHERE at all.
This ancient lady was literally fallen apart at the seams. She turned up at sunset, and stayed put at the dinghy dock who knows how long.
It was still afloat when I weighed anchor, with the inhabitant gone AWOL for a while, whilst his boat quietly kept rotting away...
Not one, but two sticks for this guy to make fetching out of the tepid waters of the Cove worth while a swim.
This equine was not too sure whether kayakers qualify is benign...
But, after a little hesitation, even this horse went for a little refreshing dip in the waters of the Cove.
Millennium framed by the local 'weed', which grows in abundance, so much, that park volunteers have started to conduct extensive elimination exercises.
The number of photos taken in Butchard Gardens must be reaching Guinness Record levels...
Foot in Mouth moment....
Fido waiting for his driver....
On the deck of the 'derelict dinghy' a sign: Please, Soft Shoes only.
I suppose those delightful times where this 'past it's prime vessel' hosted elegantly dressed ladies and gentlemen are long gone...
Even during the quietest afternoons, at least one boat has to drift unintentionally through the anchorage. The motor vessel on the right had just 'dropped' anchor, the owners and their two little kids had left to visit Butchard Gardens.
The owners of the sailboat were absent as well.
That's when the motor yacht made a few 'independent' moves, and a number of neighbouring skippers came to the rescue.
Oops moment, but the rescuers had cushioned the blow with fenders, and actually fastened a line to pull the 'wild' boat of it's victim and tether it to the park host float.
Floating goat houses at the entrance of Tod Inlet. The settlement seems to grow from one season to the next. And yes, there are goats penned somewhere on these rickety floats.
Anyone got a match?
The workshop...
Morning Coffee on the floating porch
But, even on these 'humble abodes' every floating 'home' appears to have a pet.. This doggie may have poop and fling, instead of poop and scoop services from his loving owner.
Pack rat dock
