Sunday Markets

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Plans had been made to go to the markets with my friend Robyn...  The alarm set with enough time for CB (Charlie Brown, our cat) to be set free for a short while. 

Managed to leave the house so I would be on time.  Forgot my hat so turned around and went back to get it (actually didn't end up wearing it though)...  Friend collected and we were on our way.

I really should not partake of interesting conversation when I am driving.  Three wrong turns later and we finally made it.  Then what's this?  The car park is full.  We are directed to another car park, what seems like miles away.  Really, what choice did we have!


Finally we're in.  We realise we have started at the dodgy end of the stalls.  It looks as if the store holders have grabbed anything from home that they didn't want and have plonked in on table, mat, the ground...  Still, it is enjoyable. 

We meander methodically up and down the aisles, stopping to eye an unusal piece, quipping about the triviality of others.  One man's trash is another man's treasure - that must be true!



The morning is getting on and my tummy was rumbling so we stopped in the midst of the market to peruse the food stalls.  Oh dear, those little pancakey things are calling me - with icecream of course and coffee - I am in heaven.  They are so light and fluffy, tasty too - how anyone can eat 20 of these I do not know, my ten are almost too much - delightful though - my tummy is feeling very happy, very happy indeed.




We move off to view the rest of the stalls.  I purchase some plants - roses, ferns, mondo grass - all destined for my ever-growing garden. 


Last stall - Robyn takes advantage of the bargain price and buys a flower pot and saucer - blue in colour, just what I've been looking for she tells me.

Laden with our purchases we make our way back to the car - load them in, sweltering momentarily as we hop into the hotbox car interior - windows down please.  Then we are off home.  The conversation resumes...
 
A successful and most enjoyable outing. 

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