At Flemington’s produce market this morning I felt for the fig growers. Like me, their crop has suffered from the rain and storm but the show must go on so their Brown Turkeys turned up with their faces split into grimaces.
This place was deserted when we were here on January 1, but the buzz is back. I’ve almost forgotten the joy of dodging forklift trucks and shopping trolleys carrying cross eyed kids. It was crowded but I prefer it to the forlorn sight on New Year’s Day.