The proper way

Our Easter weekend Farmers' Market was a hurly burly give-it-all-you've-got kind of affair, so imagine my delight when I swung around and spotted this scene of utter calm behind our stall. With the brush fence as a backdrop, a man had settled himself comfortably on a log, teeny-tiny plastic fork in hand and plate balanced on his knee, to consume his wild oysters and drink a glass of wine (just visible in the grass). Now that is classy!
* Pieter, it was great to make your acquaintance.