A Sort of Show and Tell

If you have already been by to visit Curly Pops, then don’t bother reading further. And if you’d prefer to hear a footloose and fancy free version of a day out in Daylesford, then best go talk to Curly Pops and Tinniegirl. The Myrtleandeunice version is more the ‘are we there yet?’ anklebiters-in-the-backseat-of-the-car scenario.

An ‘embracing winter’ sort of Saturday, the view from the car window was this:



Until the skies cleared and the Daylesford sun shone through and it was more this:



It was a lot warmer inside the jaw-droppingly beautiful Town Hall with all the Daylesford Maker’s Market crafty goodness around. The sunny smiles at the Dandelion stall were particularly warming (the chilly shopper on the left, patently prone to exaggeration: it wasn’t that cold):



A Dandelion gift put an (all day) smile on this one’s dial.



We unwittingly traced the path of Curly Pops and Tinniegirl and also ended up at The Mill Market (this was possibly the point at which they very cleverly fled). The Mill Market could take weeks to meander through. I was lucky to relatively blurlessly snap this:



this:



and this:



...as we sprinted to keep up with the ‘fast wunning’ toddler. A homemade warm pie or twelve each (what else to eat on a day like yesterday?) and we all piled into the car, homeward bound. The scenic route looked like this:



PS. Don’t think for one nanosecond that I emerged from that Daylesford Maker’s Market with a heavy wallet. My purchasing confessions are awaiting photographic opportunity (and a heavily distracted Mr).