A freelance writer who lives at beautiful Lake Macquarie - owned by two adorable, very cheeky, spoooilt Labradors.
Published August 18th 2016
This little piggy went to the market
'This little piggy went to Wollombi markets. This little piggy wouldn't have dared to stay at home. This little piggy was tempted by some fresh fudge, and this little piggy sighed-with-glee allll the one and a bit hours' drive home'.
Be extra mindful to dress attentively, I got caught out one long weekend and couldn't quite enjoy my wondrous wide open spaces until the sun made his appearance and gobbled up the (albeit enigmatic, 'stage present') fog, and, thankfully, thawed me out.
As with most markets, prepare beforehand and cash yourself up with the real stuff (not the plastic) as it might be a bit of a trudge trying to find a magical monetary hole in the wall (and you want to be ready to seal the deal when you find that 'jewel of the pile'). There is an ATM at Wollombi Tavern and some stalls have eftpos, but it's probably best to be on the safe side.
Wollombi Tavern, home to the famous Dr Jurd's Jungle Juice
After years of fondly remembered visits to this virtuous, valleyed vicinity with my dear Dad, I can't help but feel the pull and gravitate back here on occasion… and bask in that Wollombi's 'special something'.
You just never know when you might go home with a little 'something special'.