Went to Skibbereen farmers market and pulled into an empty space next to this;a vintage Triumph convertible with the top down
Perfect!
(I imagine being whipped by ten-foot briars and bombarded by huge flies on the drive home)
Although we enjoyed our own procured plants and strawberries no less than our neighbor, it was markedly more prole how we got them home; the carrots marinating in the seawater-soaked life jackets and the leeks cleaning the muck off the bottom of the wellies as we bounced along the rutted road home.
Below a sprig from Peter's garden. I read or heard somewhere that in times past whole fish were covered in thick matts of rosemary for the journey across the water to the market on the mainland.
Something in the rosemary helped keep the fish fresh.
Is this true?
