Friday is market day here in Stamford, it's a proper country market. The Hound and I run the gauntlet before we open the shop. This morning some rather energetic play bowing with a border terrier nearly sent an entire veg stall flying, and he tried to goose a guide dog.
This morning there was white sprouting broccoli.
Back at the shop, we have been given the gift of rosemary and black pudding. The black pudding all the way from Stornoway, i know where that is, because i have the maps.
and the child will not be usurped by a girls' world. Even if the flowers have been out of water for 2 days.