Not a national event or even local, just our day. After big breakfast in hotel we set off anticlockwise on the coastal path to Beacon Hill Park, where Emily used to paint.
On the way we found a big analemmatic dial and two First Nation guys, one of whom started to tell us how to use the thing. We listened politely, and ended up buying a small soapstone statue from them for 10 dollars. In the park we sat and painted at tree, a Redwood. The screaming of peacocks, children and putting green players sort of affected the atmosphere, but we coped.
Then onto the Emily Carr museum, based in the house where she was brought up.
Before finding a pleasant bar in a converted Victoria timber house. Tried most of a pint of Phillips Double Chocolate Porter, only missing the samples Jackie had.