Foggie Festive Fayre

Saturday was the Foggie Farmer’s Market.  Not just a market this time, a Festive Village, behind the square in McRobert Park.  Being inland, Aberchirder is satisfyingly freezing, and Saturday morning was no exception.  It felt fabulous, dressed for the weather, millionaire boots being broken in, and smell of bacon rolls for sale as you walked in.  There was a silver band playing Christmas carols, the souls. We can but hope nobody’s lips froze to their tuba. ‘Good King Wenceslaus’ is my favourite.  Always enjoy a cheerful carol about dishing out more food on Boxing Day.  The band’s music did make for a lovely atmosphere.  Kiwi pastry sorceress was there, and for the first time ever, there was no queue at her stall.  I was there early though, as was also breaking-in the Thermos mug and planned to get in, get a pastry and then after the market, have a tea and pastry brunch at Leith Hall grounds.  In the end it was too cold, so had a bacon roll with my Thermostically-heated tea instead.  Went to Leith Hall afterwards, also super-chilly, in fact the pond was partially frozen, but the ground was soft and the wee birds were having a Festive Fayre themselves, foraging amongst the leaves.  There were quite a few jenny wrens, blackbirds and robins.  Only saw one other human, a middle-aged guy in shorts, running.  His legs were red and purple he was so cold.  (McFact: This is how tartan was invented, running in winter sans woolly socks). 

Went to Huntly Tesco on the way back.  Swithered about buying ridiculous Christmas pyjamas, managed to stick to the grocery list, almost.  Bought an almanac for 2025.  Not sure why, other than that pink moon on a new path, turned my head to all things Thomas Hardy and folksy. 

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