There's a farmers market that is run here each Sunday morning - you have to be there pretty early to get the good stuff, but you can still rock up at 9 or so and buy plenty of stuff.
We went a few times before the baby arrived, and always commented that we'd be able to go more once the baby arrived, as we'd magically become 'morning people'.
Of course, this didn't happen. And the first six or so months of her life were spent sleeping as late as we could, until lunch time or later (in shifts, obviously).
Now that she's awake and ready to party between 7-9am each day, it's becoming more of a reality. We made it out for two of the last three weekends (the husband kindly let me sleep in last weekend) and it's a really lovely way to start the day.
It's nice to get out, and it's great to pick up stuff that is harder to get at the normal shops - olive oil and sea salt loaves, mock meats, thai basil, giant fresh fruit, A-grade strawberries...
It makes me want to eat more fruit and it makes me want to give the baby more fruit. I can't wait for afternoon tea today so we can cut up that watermelon in the fridge.
Plus, the husband and the baby make an adorable pair as he walks her around in the baby bjorn, soaking up all the complements.
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