This week I was not only mending, but selling bread, cinnamon buns, sweet potato foccacia (recipe here), garlic, and raffle ticket for the quilt in the background. In spite of being in the unfamiliar role of a merchant I did have a good time and it was pretty relaxed. There were about fifteen other farmers and craftspeople there, grab a cinnamon bun and come meet a couple of them.
Here's Ingo, one of my favourite people on the island. He is a carver of beautiful bowls and spoons, and has a great sense of humour.
Here's Connie, former veterinarian, now market gardener. Her produce is beautiful.
The Bolting Brassicas, our local marching band, played a joyful set of gypsy/klezmer music, with a little James Brown thrown in.
Here's Gabe, an absolutely delightful young man, and quite a decent trumpet player. Which he should be, with a name like Gabriel.
Here's another angel, Pachiel, the band's fearless leader.
Lots of fun.