Market day


We approached our first Dubbo market with both trepidation and excitement. Of course, several things had been left to the last minute, namely the banner for the stall. We left home at 6am in a flurry of eggs and drowsy children. It was a simple matter to drop past the sign-writers house to grab the finished banner that he had promised to leave ready wrapped just inside the gate.

Which gate? I went in the front one first, noting the “Beware of the dog” sign. Naturally, he would have locked up the dog because I was coming. Not so, judging by the swift appearance of a large Doberman, complete with bared teeth, hackles and a snarl. I was very quick out the gate. Same story when I tried the side entry, though I could see my package just inside. John had to distract the animal at the front by feigning illegal entry at the front fence, while I slunk ever so silently in the side gate and snatched the banner.

That set the tone for the whole day. It was raining and the coldest October day since the year dot and the most poorly attended market. We shivered for 4 hours in the undercover carpark in an Arctic wind. I had neglected to bring an extra coat, so John like a true gentleman, offered me his protesting that he didn’t feel “all that cold”. I selfishly accepted as my lips were blue.

He had managed to park us under a blown fluoro light and, combined with frozen fingers, fumbling in the semi-darkness for change must have left a less than professional impression on our customers.

At the 3 hour mark, John declared that he felt his kidneys shutting down and that he might sit in the car for a while. We did survive, though the last thing we felt like doing when we arrived home was collecting and packing eggs. So ended our initiation into the world of egg farming and direct sales.

I should say as an epilogue that our next market was the antithesis of the first. We sold out halfway through the sunny morning, due to our very enthusiastic brother-in-law who was distributing fliers to all and sundry!

Our thanks to all those kind people who ventured out both times and gave us their custom, especially to the young couple who took 10 dozen to serve their wedding guests.