
Some windflowers or anemones at The Farmers Market. The label says, "three for five pounds". I mistakenly say "three pounds" when I pay for them. "Three for five", the friendly stall holder reminds me. I make a joke about wishful thinking, and nevertheless hand over just three pounds, which she accepts, her eye off the ball. |As I walk away I realise that my mind was far away too, and go back to hand over the remaining two pounds. I would never make a rogue, I think to myself. More 's the pity.
At a meat stall at the market the talk is of rare breeds, Sussex and Hebridean lamb and Gloucester Old spot and Saddle Back pigs. I think about these lovely looking animals. Were we all vegetarians, it is likely, I reflect, since they are only bred to be killed and eaten, that far from being rare, they would not exist at all.
2 comments:
Love, love, love the photo.
They are soft toys rescued by neighbours from their attic. The owner of the toys is now in his forties.
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