Nelson

A market in Nelson differs from Golden Bay. Not homogeneous, either in stalls or in wanderers. The musicians still fill the corners, and they are equally happy, yet the finesse we hear here betters. A vendor over zealously petitions Kelsey to try on a wool cap, and says I don't need it as I am woolly enough already. Funny, but I am the hat person and Kels is not, so sorry Jamie, I was going to get you one, but, well, they weren't so great, or at least cool enough to tempt a woman with hands tucked behind her back imploring us, er, Kelsey to " yes dearie, try one, try my precious, they are so nice, so sweet, yes dearie..." followed by a cackle. We grimaced and departed quickly.
So yes, we are in Nelson wwoofing on a property situated, wait, guess, on a large hill or small mountain. We sleep in a caravan, and drink stevia tea which grows on the property. So good. So sweet.