If you read dear ol'Charlie regularly, you'll know that I'm not very fond of malls. At all. I like shopping (probably a bit too much for my own good) but I think malls are the pits. Come the weekend, I would much rather be outdoors. On Saturday my friend Marina and I made a trip to Irene Dairy Farm. We first sat down to a delicious breakfast of crumpets, berry compote, cream and walnuts and then walked around a bit and even made friends with the smelly little calves.
Afterwards we made our way to the Irene Market. I love flea markets, with all their junk and gems. I picked up a sweet little bag made by a man in Ghana. I'll do a post on it sometime this week so you can have a look-see.