Every year in October we venture out to a small village bazaar in the country. It is a happy affair with a quartet playing light music (boeremusiek) and a feast of stalls filled with enticing goodies. There is candy floss and sweets for the kids and home baked cakes, biscuits, rusks and bread for the discerning shopper.
Today it was raining but that didn’t seem to put anyone off, and the long queues snaked in front of the tents. We squelched through the mud to get to the stalls.
People turned up in wellington boots, carrying bright umbrellas.
They pulled out all the stops to entice us into the breakfast hut, with a lovely arrangement of flowers outside for decoration.
I loved the pudding tent, with delicious treats hidden inside. I drifted in and almost felt like Alice in wonderland as the delights said “eat me”!
We went home carrying parcels of fresh meat and farm vegetables, as well as some sweet temptations….