Protection Island on the west coast of Canada is a small bedroom community that “protects” the city of Nanaimo’s harbour. There are no paved roads and most residents walk, use bikes or golf carts to navigate the island.
Protection is famous for the Dinghy Dock Pub which is North America’s only floating pub. On a recent visit to the island, I was fascinated by the original and creative gateways that the locals have created to mark the entry to their cabins and homes and I was reminded of an earlier visit a decade before to Protection for a BBQ at a friend’s home.
As it was an amazing summer night, we took some time away from the party to stroll the island. The island is not big, you can walk around it in less than an hour, but we took our time.
On the other side of the island, the side that faces the mainland and the city of Vancouver, we came upon a very high fence of cedar bushes. Cut into the greenery was a solid wood gate with hand forged iron hinges and latch. I commented to my husband that the gate looked like a hobbit lived on the other side. We both stood there for a moment looking at the fortress of weathered wood, metal and shrubbery completely protecting what lay behind when the gate creaked open and an elderly gentleman peeked around the door and asked, “Would you like to see inside?”
Of course we would, and so we step through the gateway.
Inside was a classic turn of the century home beautifully kept and the most amazing private gardens I had ever seen. The back side of the house was filled with raised vegetable beds bursting with late summer bounty. Manicured lawn edged the gravel path down the side yard where mature fruit trees grew, some still heavy with ripening fruit. At the front, facing the water was tailored beds of flowers reaching for the late summer sun and the most unique cement pond that filled and emptied with the coastal tidal waters.
We were enchanted. It wasn’t a hobbit’s house but I have no doubt fairies lived in this secret garden. Our host was shy but brimming with pride for his gardening achievements. He escorted us around his quaint island estate and enjoyed our awe inspired compliments and my eagerness to learn a gardening tip or two.
I knew I would never forget this serendipitous experience and we thanked him heartily for the honor. And it truly was an honor because when we returned to the BBQ and told our friends about the garden tour that we had just enjoyed, they were gob smacked. The gentleman was apparently very reclusive and almost no one at the party had been inside the gate to see the gardens.
Sadly, a few years later I returned to find that the gentleman had died and his beautiful garden had fallen into ruin, neglected by uncaring renters.
Maybe it’s because of this gift I was given many years ago of the magical gateway garden that the gates on Protection island captivate me so. They are like silent sentinels, guarding the hidden treasures within. Much more than a property marker, each one showcasing their owners unique personality or standing as a tribute to the westcoast island lifestyle.
Or maybe I just like the fact that by fashioning an entryway that is one of a kind and full of character, each property owner may have unwittingly contributed to the overall charm of this small community island that lies just 10 minutes by boat from where I live.
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Cool pictures Diana! I love this story. And yes it is disappointing when original owners die and whomever comes thereafter neglects the creativity that once was! Sound to me that gentlemen definitely worked WITH his fairy friends to create magic in his gardens. Thank you so much for sharing this. Hugs and love, Laurie Rae Rezanoff, Calgary, AB
That sounds like a very interesting place, thank you for sharing. I have never heard of it before and it sounds like the most charming place. 🙂
It is a interesting place. It is one of the reasons I love living on the westcoast of Canada. 🙂