Farmers Market

We've had a lovely morning today, at the local Farmers Market with Little friend Cora and her Mammy.

There were stalls bedecked with fresh produce for the Mums, a petting farm for the littlies and a playground for more thrills and spills.

Today is the coldest day of the year so far (15 degrees with a 7 degree windchill factor for the UK sceptics out there - you try that with no central heating) so Alice and I got wrapped up before heading out to explore. I put on a scarf and everything.

Alice and Cora happily munched on samples of grain-reared sausages, toast with pesto, marinated goats cheese and gingerbread men [please insert the words, "organic" and "very expensive if you buy them rather than fill up on them" in front of each foodstuff] as we browsed the stalls, throwing dollar after dollar at the kind stallholders. I was a little disappointed when I discovered that the pesto was made at a shop down the road in Bronte, rather than on a farm, but overcame my disappointment when I tried their cheese ravioli with truffle cream. Mmmmm.
The farm animals were met with "Moos" and "Baas" of appreciation from young Alice and it was all I could do to stop her feeding one of the bunnies a newly purchased baby carrot through the fence. Finally, we went to the playground to make sure that Alice's new jeans could gain that much desired faded look as she tootled about.

Alice is quite obsessed with her new coat with the flowery buttons (as well as her new Mohican?!) but managed to stop playing with the buttons for long enough to ride the slide, the see-saw and climb all over the place.