It was early but it looked like half the residents of Mornington were at the Red Hill Craft Market as well.
Maybe it was because it was the Easter weekend. Or maybe it’s just because the market’s a really good one. 😀
They had stalls selling just about everything; clothes and accessories, stuff for people and stuff for pets, flowers and fruit, edibles and non-edibles – sometimes it was difficult to tell the two apart.
Looking at these pictures, can you? Seriously, we were fooled and had to touch a few of the cakes to be sure. Even so, we had to peer closely at the hot cross buns to check. It was Easter after all!
To tell the truth, I couldn’t bear to use such deliciously beautiful soaps.
I checked out all the stalls, but gravitated back to the plants at every opportunity and lingered there.
There were some really lovely herbs; Corsican mint, summer and winter savory, lemon verbena, all sorts of thymes and bacopa, just to name a few.
The tag on the bacopa caught my eye – ‘a memory herb that rejuvenates brain cells, etc etc’ – or something to that effect. Just what I needed – if only I could get it. Yeah, wishful thinking …
They have espaliered fruit trees too; lemons, mandarins and even olives. Now, that would have looked good in the garden!
If plants topped my wish list, then garden ornaments came a close second.
But of course my memory worked perfectly just then and reminded me of the heavy wrought iron ornament I had already bought. I knew I’d better not push my luck.
The ornaments were tempting though. I would have loved to cart off a clay pelican, kangaroo, chook or frog, but I had to leave them behind as we left the market.
We had to move on as there were still lots we wanted to see at Mornington; lavender gardens, apple orchard, berry farms … to name a few.
We wanted to look for gnomes too!
Thank goodness we still had more than half a day ahead of us.
There was a 3-km stretch of cars weaving their way to the market as we left.
We may have woken up before 5am to reach the market at a reasonably early hour, but believe me, it’s something worth sacrificing your sleep for.
Bet everyone in those cars wished they had sacrificed their sleep too.
Would I go there again? Let’s just say I’d pitch a tent and stay there if I could.