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Not a sign of our usual Farmers Market today which was a bit of a shock as I was counting on local goodies for New Year's Eve dinner.
The market at our closest big town, Midland, was a bit straggly too but managed to 'gather' enough for the table from the locals who had braved the heat to set up stalls.

Rowan, the harpist, had found a coolish corner and was serenading with her magical fingers on coloured strings while wearing a ruby coloured, mirror beaded dress.

Very worth the trip 'down the hill'.