Once more, I’m on the move. It’s barely 6.30 am and I’m on the last commuter bus for today connecting Duncan and Victoria. The sun is just about to come up behind the solid black outline of the island forests, clouds crowning the hills’ heads in feathery purple. The commuter 66 is full of people on their daily way to their office job in the province’s capital Victoria. Most of them are asleep, others are staring out of the fogged windows of the bus. My actual plan was to be sitting in my brand new used car by now, enjoying the early drive along Cowichan’s vineyards and through the mountains. However, at this time of year, all the mechanics are booked weeks in advance to fix brakes, check on fluids and change tires.