I grew up visiting these markets every month. We'd save our pocket money for ages and then waste it on silly toys and sweets. Most markets, if Mum let us, me and my sister would get pillow puff pancakes; little puffs of batter goodness smothered in butter and icing sugar. They pretty much tasted like heaven. As an adult I have dealt with my addiction to fried dough, thankfully, and I appreciate market day for different reasons.
When I lived in Sydney (oh I miss it so badly!), Sunday hangovers meant glebe markets, Turkish gozlome and amazing coffee. Glebe markets are still my absolute favourite, but the Bellingen market day will always have a nostalgic place in my heart. I always leave feeling very inspired; hopefully these photos have the same effect on you.
x Samantha Alice
(P.s I totalyl borrowed a DSLR for the day and LOVE the quality of the images! I cannot wait to buy mine in a months time.)