When I say "town" I mean our little local town which has only a fe w thousand residents and where, whenever you go, you meet so many people you know that it takes three times as long to shop. That's not a bad thing, is it?
Today it is warm, sunny and cloudless - so our little town is looking at its best. It is also the fourth Saturday in the month, so it is Farmers' Market Day. Don't get too excited about this - we are not talking here of those wonderful Canadian Farmers' Markets - where there are acres and acres of produce and handicraft stalls. No, our Farmers' Market has only about ten stalls - one selling very expensive (but scrummy) cakes, two vegetables (organic), one buffalo meat, one butcher, one herbs, one garden plants, a couple of cake stalls and a wine stall. Sadly it is not all that well attended. You will see that one of my photographs has not a single person buying. So it does not bode well for the winter.
Today there was a new stall from Whitby selling shell fish products and smoked fish - it all looked so fresh and tempting. Unfortunately the farmer is not a shellfish eater and does not like anything smoked - so I gave it a miss. Now i am wishing I had bought some crab for my tea!
It has become a tradition that a group of us meet for coffee in The Bolton Arms (the building on the horizon in the photograph with the garden plants in the foreground) on Farmers' Market day -so you can imagine us sitting in the bay window of the lounge there, looking out over a gloriously sunny dale, drinking coffee and chatting - lovely morning.
Have a good weekend - and those involved in TFE's Monday poem had better get thinking, methinks!