FARMLEIGH OF A SUNDAY

Helen and Timmy took Grandma to mass. I was up but still in my PJs when they left. We had breakfast when they got back and read the Sunday papers.
The farmers' market at Farmleigh is always on the first Sunday of the month. It looked good outside - not sunny but not raining either - so we got in the car to ride over there for a stroll around the grounds.
As soon as we got out of the car it started spitting rain. We scuttled to the shelter of the market but it had already stopped raining when we got there. We rooted around the market. An 8 year old Chinese goat cheese seller talked me into buying "the stinkiest cheese" she had. She was very funny but also very business-like - no haggling over price. I tasted several cheeses but held back from buying.
We walked around the grounds. There was noisy noisome music echoing across the great lawn. We took refuge in the sunken garden before checking out the art exhibition in the stables.
Just about when we had had enough it started to rain again. We raced to the car as the heavens opened and put an end to my annual visit to Farmleigh.