On Summer Fridays when it is sunny weather our little town turns into a completely different place. If you want a place in the car park (the market square is, of course, full of market stalls) then you have to be down town by nine in the morning, otherwise if is too late. The square is buzzing - two very good, very well stocked fruit and vegetable stalls, a fish van with every kind of fish you can imagine (we are near enough to the fishing port of Whitby to get good stuff), home made bread, clothing stalls, handbags, household, - there is every kind of product you can imagine and every stall has people waiting. We are lucky indeed.
My ability to carry stuff to the car is limited so I have to drive round and park briefly to load up with anything I have bought, but I find people very patient. Somehow there is always a spirit of goodwill on Fridays.
Our little gang was diminished a bit this morning. W had gone on a ukulele week-end in the Lakes and M has fallen and broken a rib (get well soon M if you are reading this). Our main topic of conversation was the boys trapped in a cave in Thailand - how brave they all seem. Reading in The Times this morning it seems their coach, who is with them, used to be a Buddhist monk and is a very calming influence on the boys. I must say that they all look remarkably calm during what must be a terrible ordeal for them. I think we are all agreed that they need to get out before the next rain deluge - hope to God they do. The alternative just doesn't bear thinking about.