|Dave asleep in the sunshine today|
Mr A gave me a lift on the motorbike out of the village to the main road to catch the bus to Bodrum. I then got the dolmus to Gumbet.
The expat community in Gumbet has been running a monthly farmers market for some time now. I joined their Facebook page a little while ago, and have been very tempted by the mouthwatering goodies that they bake, but as yet hadn't been over to sample them for myself.
As the produce seems to sell very quickly as soon as the market starts at 12 noon, it is possible to pre-order, so I reserved some mini Belgian iced buns, and also some Cadbury's crème eggs. I'm actually not that keen on the filling, but I only have to see the word Cadbury's chocolate and I come out in a cold sweat.....this is what happens to chocoholics of course! I also ordered two birthday cards for Billy and Jimi's birthdays in April, from a man who personalises them, and they were brilliant.
I had been chatting to a woman on another group page who lives in Bitez, and who goes to the farmers market so we decided to meet up for a coffee beforehand. She was very nice. Easy to get along with. Also a bit of a crazy dog woman like me, so we had much in common. She also introduced me to a few other people at the market, and a group of us sat outside the restaurant where it's held, and enjoyed a beer in the sunshine.
Apart from my pre-ordered items, I also bought two Cornish pasties and two scones. They were delicious. I should really make my own, and maybe I will sometime, but somehow these things always taste much better when someone else bakes them. So I will definitely be attending more in the future.
When I returned home, Mr A went out to find a large plastic kennel for the pups. They are really expensive, but Mehmet the vet had one that was secondhand, which he was selling for a friend, so this saved us a bit of money. The pups love it. We have placed it near to the house at the bottom of the balcony steps and they took to it straight away. They are coming out to go to the toilet, no accidents inside at all. Monty, who still continues to take on the role of father, pokes his head inside every time he passes, to make sure they are OK, and when they are outside, he plays with them and generally keeps them in order. Bless him.
So a pretty successful day yesterday, and I have to admit to enjoying a few dog-free hours away from the village with good company.