Fire!

A day right out of the Book of Fine Days.

The market was fun (though not for all members of our party - one of whom was just hot and bored), then a long late lunch bumped neatly into the rugby final.  How convenient.  Our rugby watching was (for various reasons) very partisan, and we even had a haka-singing toy kiwi to serenade each All Blacks score.

Later, the now traditional cook-out on our new fire-pit and lots of marshmallow enjoying.  You nearly ended up with a shot of  Mr B and Mr K singing something gravelly and country, but I wasn't sure of getting permission to post that.  (Later still, broken glasses, broken iPhone, and it all got a bit messy.)