Is That Even Allowed?

Brought in a ringer allowable.  Saturday was Foggie Farmer’s Market.  Thought, ‘no spend, no go’.  Then thought, it’ll be all Hallowe’en-y, there are only so many markets left before they stop for the winter and there are only so many Hallowe’ens left too.  While I loathe that thought, it’s the universal truth. 

No spend sucks, but should it mean choosing to stay home on a sunny Hallowe’en-y morning before some absolutely-not-going-out stormy days?  Apparently not.  At least this time, I thought the impulse through.  I believe that is what is called ‘a breakthrough’. 

Or addiction denial. 

History will decide.

Anyway, in the calm before the storm, went to market.  The ringer was a fiver and some coins that I had in my purse. 

This choice did make me think about why I enjoy going to Foggie market.  (Apart from pastries).  There’s a market, including pastries, in a different town most weekends, what is it about Foggie?  I love that ‘Saturday morning’ feeling.  Absolutely love the drive there.  It’s not too far away, am usually there, pastried-up and home within forty minutes.  It’s a beautiful drive most times of year, but especially now that the leaves are turning.  I enjoy cottage-spotting, obviously have a ‘top three’ list.  There’s sort-of-joining-in.  Can’t say am a great joiner-inner, am not, and have to leave when the guy with the amp starts.  Most of all, I love that it is in a tiny village, completely out in the rolling countryside.  No superstores or anything else to distract.  It is a sole purpose trip.  I never stay long, rarely spend even a tenner, then back home for breakfast (fig and prosciutto pastry). 

So, chose to go to the Hallowe’en market at Foggie, and as I had the car, stopped for an allowable pumpkin on the way.

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