On Sunday, we went to the Bangalow Markets - the ultimate paradise for hippies and yuppies and yippies. A yippy is a cross between a hippy and a yuppy. Feel free to use that word if you like.
Oh, you're welcome.
The Bangalow Markets is all didgeridoo healers, tarot card readings, lentils, organic soaps and hand-blown glass ash-trays.
There's a paddock next door to the market site where the VW Kombis are almost outnumbered by the Ferraris and Alfa Romeos and Lotus Esprits. I don't know about you, but had I spent six figures on a car I would most definitely not be parking it in a paddock ANYWHERE and, really, who cares how good the organic soy lattes at the market cafe are.
There was a guy there demonstrating his bubble blowers and I snapped this one as one of the bubbles drifted past my head....
Aaah, weekend activities. Is it Friday yet?