History's Vault

I forced myself to actually walk down to the Willunga Farmers market this morning.

The weather was perfectly balanced, fine, not windy and not too hot.

So I set off with the husband, dog and hand trolley.

A few minuets in and husband decides he can't cope(!)

He persuades the dog to return with him.

I have already gone too far to back out, so continue on down the hill.

I find my usual milk, sour dough bread and apples.

Then my other regular, when I can get to the market in time, is the Big issue. (no. 389)

Sold by Daniel, who has been selling here for a long time.

Thanks for putting up with us Daniel(!)

I grab a latte on the way home as a reward at 3 monkey's cafe.

Note to readers - excellent coffee fix if you get to Willunga.

But we are spoilt for choice here.

I flick through the issue and discover all my favourites and a journal of life as a census collector.

These unseen foot soldiers, well maybe that is coating it a bit thick, but they

did get around to us all, even if my only communication with one was via notes.

Australia is a tolerant country, we try to please.

But unfortunately I won't be around to open up the personal info after 99 odd years.

We will all surely be safely forgotten in history's vault.