An Errington Market play date
Our kids have always loved going to farmer’s markets, but now they love them even more after trying a market play date. We met up with our friend Kate, her litle boy David and new-born Emilee at the Errington Farmers Market which we hadn’t been to in quite while.
After the girls went gah-gah over Emilee’s goo-goo’s it was time to explore. That meant the concession stand first because a morning of marketing requires fueling up on popsicles and giant cookies. I went for one of the cinammon buns that every other person seemed to be eating (now I know why!) David – who’s two – tested the 10 second rule a couple of times with his popsicle, and Ella was happy to pick it up and brush it off for him (for a child who’s very particular, she’s never been very particular about food on the ground).
Errington has plenty of space in the field next to the market, so you can lay down a couple of blankets (I chose to lay down with them) and enjoy the great music from their fab new bandshell while the kids run around and burn off their treats. I suggested a bandshell for our backyard, but before George could suggest anything back, Grace pointed out that we didn’t need one because it’s easy to drive to Errington. Bless her young, irony-free heart.
Then it was off to the market stalls. I suspect there may be some magpie somewhere in George’s family tree because our girls flitted from shiny object to shiny object at the jewellery tables. There was a wide range of styles and one table in particular featured some amazing pieces by two young girls. Then there were the hats, and of course the baking. None of this was impressing David, until he pointed to the brightly-coloured hoola-hoops. We’re not talking about the plastic kind the girls have had in the past, but properly weighted, hand-made hoola-hoops. The moment she tried one, Grace could tell she’d never really been hoola-hooping before. We’ll take two, I said.
A few plants, vegetables, and another cinammon bun later and we were ready to head home, but we’ll be sure to head back to Errington the next chance we get. It’s not very far, as Grace says.
