It was, as always, a day of tradition, with a visit to church (complete with new bishop) followed by gin and tonics, stuffing our faces with food and cake, and then the obligatory afternoon walk. It was raining, of course, which didn't go down well with California-girl Frankie (jumping in puddles is apparently fun until you get cold).
Logrolling: a classic Canadian pastime! This was before Easter, I think - it all blends into one when you drink as many G&Ts as we did.
Grandparents...
...useful.
Dads are ok too.
We caught a boat to Granville Island market, and again sub-contracted childcare.
The chaos of the meal out.
Suddenly, everyone was in a better mood.
Corrupting influence.
Catching the boat home. We had it to ourselves.
We'd run out of G for our T, so took Phil to the local distillery for some sampling. We're banned now.
Sunday, outside church. What? We're not doing anything naughty!
Frankie gets a big slice of the cake she decorated.
After-lunch walk. Even the ducks had abandoned us due to the rain.
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Oh yes, before all that the Hollands had a day trip to Butchart Gardens down on Vancouver Island. The Butcharts were a rich quarrying family, and after one of their quarries was exhausted they turned it into a sunken garden, and then kept adding bits. It's now huge and rather spectacular, and James took lots of photos but I've indexed them for easy perusal:
Flowers.
Cute child.
Flowers.
Cute children.
Flowers.
Cute child.
