It was the loveliest weekend just gone. One of old fashioned markets, a crafty fundraiser and a back-to celebration for Mr M's family.
On Saturday we visited an old fashioned bazaar at a local town, which has been running for 130 years, and I suspect not too much has changed in this time.
The vegetables were freshly picked early that morning, and were crazy cheap.
The tea (which was extremely strong and hot) came from a real teapot and the scones were served on paper doiley-lined plates. The craft was of questionable taste, but lovingly made.
Sunday was all about 'Back-to -Yarra Junction'. We had lunch at a Pub that's menu heavily featured the parma in all it's international guises (mashed potato and gravy topped schnitzel anyone?) We wandered through the local museum whilst chatting to various long-lost relatives. We had old photos scanned and I enjoyed browsing through albums of old school photos and momentoes. The Ballerina came with us (not because she wanted to) and I was pleased that she got to share in the remembering of some of her Grandparent's History.
