It’s such a labour of love to recreate a bygone community in the rural British Columbia of almost 80 years ago. It was a time of Anglican services, afternoon tea, fruit picking, dark nights and echoing quiet days, of horses, unpaved roads, cooking in wood burning stoves and eating on the finest bone china brought out a generation before from the old country. History was written in photographs of the King Georges, of beloved dogs and picnics on distant sunny days. It was written in memories, and glass cabinets of treasured objects from long forgotten times. Secrets settled into the ground like fallen leaves, but were never quite gone. I hope you will enjoy the world of Dead In The Water!