I love living in a town that has a 'day'. It's so festive. The main street goes from this.
Sunday was Baby's first Dayboro Day. I remember last year, being pregnant and thinking 'When I come here next year I'll have a baby'. It seemed like such an abstract concept then, and now he's everywhere.
Watching the parade.
Watching an escaped balloon.
One of the local cafes was doing these pork rolls and I have to say it was an outstanding example of the genre. There was a generous serving of oniony stuffing under all that pork and apple sauce. Oh, so good.
Poffertjes are a staple wherever market stalls congregate. All part of the festival carb fest.
Baby has taken to pulling off his velcro fastening bibs so my Mum made him some of these apron arrangements with armholes that tie in the back. They are brilliant and such a stylish way to dine. I think I'd wear one myself.