Sunday

Sunday morning was much duller (weatherwise) than Saturday morning had been, but it was also much less cold:

The cloud and mist lifted as the morning got up and got itself organised.  And in the mid-morning Jim and I set off for a day in Daylesford in pleasant sunshine.

We had thought that we would go to the Daylesford Sunday trash and treasure market, given that it was a nice day. Then Lindsey said that we should try the Mill Markets. We drive past the Daylesford one whenever we go there and do think that we should drop in one day.  Come to that, there's one on the road to Melbourne in Ballarat that I drive past several times a week and think that we should drop in one day.  Sunday was the day we dropped in to the one in Daylesford.

It's huge!  And full of everything that anyone could ever want to buy from such a place. We could have spent hours and hours in there and not looked at everything.  We did run across this gentleman and think he would be a useful addition to our front porch:

He would keep weird men away from our front door!

Alas, he was not for sale. But even if he had been I'm not sure he would have fitted in our car.

These young lads, however, were for sale and did fit in the car. They came home with us:

I'm not sure if they're frost proof.  If they are, or when the weather warms up, I'm going to put them in our herb garden. They're a bit small to act as protectors against weird men on the front porch but they should be ok in with the sage and oregano.

We did go to the trash and treasure market for a wander round, then we went to Gillie's place for lunch.

Gillie has gorgeous little cottage on the edge of Daylesford, with lovely gardens which have vegetables, fruit trees and chickens - amongst other things.  She fed us a delicious lunch, the centrepiece of which was a proper British steak and kidney suet pudding. This was sandwiched between zucchini fritters with smoked salmon to start, and lemon surprise pudding to finish. Irene was there (she made the lemon pud), and so too were Chris and John. It was a lovely meal. And very satisfying.  Jim and I only had a slice of apple cake each in the evening.

All in all it was a lovely day. Next time we go to Daylesford on a Sunday we must bear in mind that there is a small, local veg market across the road from the trash and treasure market.  And we really ought to go and look art the Mill Market in Ballarat. It's only in Warrenheip. We wouldn't even need to cross the city!  I am, in fact, about to drive past it.  I am just waiting for it to get light and then I am heading to Melbourne for a couple of days.