Our friends wonder why we don’t move to the country since my husband and I seem to spend more time in a neighbouring country town than we do in our own city. Sometimes I wonder this myself. I grew up in the country so I get a bit nostalgic for the “country life”. However, we can enjoy both worlds, town and country, as it is only a 20 minute drive to our favourite country market.
Occasionally I like to sneak a cheeky photo at the market. Unfortunately this time I opened my big mouth and confessed to this gentleman that I had stolen a photo of his dog. In return for the photo grab, I thought I should offer to take a “proper” photo of him and his dog and email it to him. He jumped at the chance. Then we got talking, as you do, at country markets. Turns out he is a professional photographer. Well shit (pardon the French). Serves me right.
Can you make out that blurry fellow wedged between the woman in the green jumper and the beam in the photo above? That’s Alan (ex-Canadian ice hockey coach). We get a lot of our fruit and veg from him. Like these oranges below. They are seconds, ie. produce that doesn’t meet the supermarkets’ standards. Crazy. Perfectly good fruit. That huge orange was delicious. More than delicious. Outstanding.
The market is held at the local showground, so occasionally they also have other events on at the same time. Look at the concentration on this young lady’s face. I think she had a clear round in her jumping class.
There is so much to see on our 40 minute round trip. Like this little goat. No sooner had it escaped from its paddock, it decided that the grass wasn’t any greener.
And what about this odd couple? They are always hanging out together.
Finally, one last photo of my mum’s farm. It is up “north”. Queensland. They are a bit strange up that way. They like cattle and coal. Round her area they even wear cowboy hats. I suppose they might think I am a bit strange too — a useless city slicker — due to the way I kept looking around nervously for the bull and because I didn’t wear an Akubra. I could go on, but I love me mum so I had better stop there.
Thank god I’m a country girl.