An explosion of colour,sights and sounds set to captivate and mesmerise, and fragrances to send the most together person into an absolute dither.
Whiskery old farmers, wives and daughters, stalls laden with an assortment of meats, butters, cheeses, unwashed fresh vegetables, eggs spattered with bird-lime and a feather or three, set out on beds of straw in flat almost basin type wicker baskets ( you know the ones), ginger beers and home-brews perhaps, just a really nice country experience.:surprise:
I wish it had been, I really do, but it wasn't, and I'm so disappointed. What was I expecting? I don't know, but the first thing to greet me was shocking pink, a stall with canvas waist high surround and pointed top with the words cupaliciousuk.com "for that sense of taste and style" emblazoned across the front, whatever.
Another stall-holder had a fascinating array of breads on offer:
Cranberry, Walnut and Sage.
Garlic and Cheese.
Olive and Rosemary.
Coconut and Curry.
To name but a few.
I almost wish that I wasn't a coeliac.
A home-brewer selling a selection of stouts.
There WAS one stall laden with vegetables and flowers.
And that was just about it. Oh, there was a burger-stall, and I got 3kg of spuds, (soiled unwashed spuds) for two quid.
Some of the marketeers had travelled quite a distance, where's the profit? I wondered.
At least the sun was shining and people WERE out and about.
Families, young and old.
Adolescent girls trying to look like sluts, and boys, wanting to be taken seriously, some things never change.
I had intended to get some sausages from the co-op and just couldn't be bothered.
As luck would have it, a bus pulled up, and I was happy to leave town.
It's been a good year for Magnolia trees apparently, and as the bus left town we passed a corker, growing in the garden of an old cottage, it saved the day.
Some other time perhaps.