Market Day

I thought about doing my writing homework around Hay market today - lurking around and observing - but I know too many people! Islay dashed off while I was looking at one stall, to greet Sally from Hardwicke and her husband. She likes Sally a lot, because Sally takes her (and me) off in a car with Poreg the Staffie and Maudie for Very Long Walks. They went off to the fish van (very good fish and game), and Islay went on to her friends at the plant stall, who always give her a biscuit, and her friend the Greek man, who sells olives and feta cheese, and always gives her a little lump of cheese. Then, while I was buying veg, she trotted off to say hello to the sheepdog at the stall that sells garden furniture and oddments.
The man at the tools stall was putting up a sign for his other interest, militaria. There's going to be a fair at the indoor market in Brecon at the end of February, the first in Wales, apparently, so they want it to do well.
There was a new stall by the clock tower this week, selling wooden statues, African masks and musical instruments, but apart from browsing there, I spent the whole time talking to friends.

Stitch and Bitch was called off again tonight. A couple of people turned up, but they couldn't get the heating working in the back room again. They assured us that it would be fixed for next week.
So Annette came home with me and we did a bit of knitting, and drank a wee dram for Burns Night, and I showed her the pictures of medieval tiles that are the basic idea for a set of wall hangings of a hunting scene that I'm going to make in applique (because a tapestry would just take too long).

Meanwhile, foundations have been dug around the back of the Three Tuns, presumably for the rumoured extension.