Going for a thong

A trip today to the Friday market at Turre to stock up on fresh peaches, apricots, tomatoes and the like.

We drew the line at rotisserie chickens which dripped fat onto baked potatoes rotating below the chicken. The aroma was delcious but the cholestoral count would have been astronomic.

It was a mixed market of local produce, golf clubs, clothes and bags/wallets. This display caught my eye: they obviously come ready stretched!