Market Day

Market Day in town where we used to live was on Wednesday (which included an auction) and Saturday.
When we first arrived in Lincolnshire, there was plenty of choice and stalls, and a bargain could be had.

marketMaggie had an introduction to ‘snow’ at the Christmas Market from one of the blower machines, and it tickled her nose, making her sneeze.  She sank ankle-deep in the real stuff at Easter the following year.
We’d been to markets before of course, but not on this scale, and thus we became regular visitors.

Over the years, (and three revamps of the Market Square in the 7 years we lived there), the number of stalls practically halved, and the ‘Old Timers’ we’d become friendly with explained that a lot was to do with horrendous increases in rent and the fact that many were allocated different pitches after each ‘face lift’.
Bargains were no longer the norm, and to be honest, it was all a bit of a dead loss.
It was rare we found the stall we were looking for when after something specific, and even if we did, the price had inevitably gone up.

Market Days here are also Wednesdays and Saturdays, the site being a small car park.

veg stallIf you want fruit and veg, it’s good value, but as for everything else, hm, to us, too pricey.  Every so often, there is an additional market of Arts and Crafts or Food and that is worth a look, though however lovely and tempting the cakes look, I for one am not prepared to pay £2.50 a slice.
In a fortnight, there is a Christmas market which apparently will occupy the entire High Street, and is extremely popular so will attract a lot of out of towners. Luckily for us, we’ll be able to walk and therefore not have to worry about parking.

We wanted to ‘go somewhere’ today to give the new car a run as it hasn’t been used for over a week. Hubby looked on the internet for Market Days locally, and we ended up some 20 miles away.
Parking turned out to be relatively easy, but as the market was indoors, obviously we couldn’t take Maggie in. Hubby walked down a side street with her and met me on the other side.
market stallWhat a disappointment, nothing at all like I expected.
Even though it was on two floors, there were only half a dozen ‘stalls’ and they were actually shops. I have no interest in second-hand CDs or Books, or having a Tattoo, buying a handbag or suitcase, sewing, or cheese.

We decided to get something to eat and the ‘Saturday bargain’ in a bakers was a choice of pasty for £1.50 instead of £2.95.  Hubby had steak, I had chicken, and we found a bench to sit on where we shared our treat with the dog.
The Pan Pipers from when Hubby was booking his flight were playing here today and were in traditional dress, complete with feathered headdresses.
It was lovely to listen to them, and so restful on the ears. There was quite a crowd, and at the end of their piece, many lined up to purchase their CD.
We moved on up the street and heard a solo saxophone player. His choice of entertainment music was jazz, and although he was talented, I know where I wanted to be.

Coming home, we drove down to the lock and had a cup of tea from the Barge Cafe there.
A man came up with his dog and ordered coffee. We struck up a conversation (having a dog tends to do that) about leads, halties and body harnesses as he explained his dog tended to ‘pull’ when out for a walk.
His was all black and a collie/springer cross like Maggie, also with the collie being the Dam.
Whereas Maggie takes after her mother in stature, the other dog was stocky, so the springer genes were stronger in her. Both dogs were soppy, enjoying head and tummy rubs, not to mention treats from the biscuit pocket, with permission of course, and we spent a very pleasant half an hour or so in their company.

Markets certainly aren’t what they used to be.
Rising costs for traders have to be covered, and unfortunately again it’s the consumer who suffers.
empty stallIn turn, customer numbers dwindle, stalls disappear and eventually I guess the Market as we remember it will too.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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