So there I was, after a busy week finishing some lovely bits and pieces for this market and fitting everything else in as well, all ready to sell my heart out, and do you think people were there to shop? Not a hope. People wandered about, made lots of nice comments, admired things and asked questions, but it was almost impossible for them to get their money out! I made the cost of the stall and a tiny bit extra, and that was that. Still, now I am all ready for the next opportunity, and I felt as if I stood up quite nicely next to the rest of the stalls. This was a market that was cancelled after the large aftershock in February, so maybe people are just hanging on and trying to pretend everything is normal!
Sunday made up for it by being an amazingly mild day for the middle of winter, so we braved the dreadful state of our roads and the possible horrors of broken houses on the way, and took a drive to one of our lovely beaches for a walk in the sun. If you don’t look closely enough to see the red stickers on the condemned holiday baches, everything looked reassuringly normal, and we just hung out and absorbed the sun, the smell of the salty sea, and the general feel-goodness of the day. And felt lucky!