I’d miss this, too.
Sunday mornings have taken on a certain ritual character.
Go for the daily fast (in 17 minutes) 2km walk around Sam’s Track at sunrise, have a cup of tea (but skip breakfast) and head off to the market at Motueka.
First port of call?
The guy in the caravan who does the best whitebait (inanga) fritter sandwiches in the world. (Robin Fullmer’s come really close and the combination of eating them while watching the All Blacks play in Europe at 4am in the morning in their living room might tip the scales in her favour, but the regular availability of the Mot version does it for me)
Sliced white bread (that I’d never normally eat), loads of butter and a massive fritter staight out of the saturated fat, soft in the middle, crispy around the edges.
All that for $8…