The dishwasher is quietly (well, rather noisily actually but it doesn't create the right ambience for the post) purring away in the background as I listen to Elgar's Sea Pictures (Just for a change I'm listening to Della Jones instead of the definitive Dame Janet Baker recording from, I think, 1965 or was it 1968? It was a long time ago anyway.) and take stock of the week that's just passed. One way and another the 44 days 19 hours and 50 mins that have gone by since I landed in Napier have been some of the busiest at a stretch in this country that I can recall since the first time I came here in 2005. And the last week has seen the busiest of those 44 days. It's been wonderful but I'm now looking forward to a quiet week in the run up to the Christmas weekend.
Today I woke with a start rather late at 0722. Within a few seconds I was up and the kettle was on. I was due out at 8am with Wendy and Martin to the Farmers Market in Hastings. The odd thing about getting up so rapidly was that I had absolutely no recollection whatsoever of the dream that I'd woken from except to know that it was deeply unpleasant. Perhaps that's why in the past I remembered so very few dreams because at one time I always rose within a few seconds of waking. Now I often turn over and doze for a while.
The weather for the Farmers Market was cold but the rain had stopped for which we were truly thankful. Unfortunately a combination of time spent actually looking and buying and the miserable weather meant that I took only a handful of photos.
|Superb smoked fish - that's a couple of meals catered for.|
|A huge selection of artisan breads. I didn't need bread today.|
|There's nothing better than carrots with their tops on and organic carrots are one of the few organic foods where I can taste a difference.|
|Note the wheelbarrow on the extreme left of the picture. The clever ones were shopping with a wheelbarrow. We had to make four trips back to the car.|
All in all it was a successful morning and I think it may well be the start of a trend. What I had not realised, because I'm never in Napier on a Saturday morning 'cos I play croquet then, is that there is a Farmers Market in the centre of Napier on a Saturday morning.
We got home around midday and I set about preparing a buffet for friends from Napier who had visited me in Scotland last year and The Family - a total of 12 to be fed.
After a really wonderful, relaxed evening catching up everyone left and I'm now writing this and musing on how lucky I am. Not only have I had a fabulous day, week and month but, given my propensity to over-cater I will probably have nothing to cook for the next four days anyway.
So now it's time for an early night - I should make bed before 1230! Life's pretty good.