A Sunny Sunday . . .

at the Sarau Festival in Upper Moutere.  It is a low key event with market stalls, and music.  The forester bought three books from the second hand book stall and then we sat in the sun and ate an icecream and watched the people.  I think the pipers must have been very hot in their kilts.  Perhaps this young woman isn't a fan.
Once we were back at home we joined friends for drinks.  That may be why this is posted late.