Twix Markets

It’s OK dieters, you can breathe a sigh of relief, this post is not about chocolate.
Today is Market Day.
Actually every Saturday (and Wednesday) is market day here, but today we also have The Farmer’s Market, where exotic sweets, breads, cheeses and cakes are offered for sale at exorbitant prices amongst a variety of beautiful arts, crafts and paintings with too many zeros for me to count.
The High Street bore notices yesterday that all vehicles had to be removed by midnight  under threat of towage to allow for the erection of stalls.

Hubby and I were up early as we had shopping to do, and knew that if we left it to our normal time, it would be bedlam on the roads.
The supermarket opened at 8am, and we were sitting in their car park along with a dozen or so other cars at ten minutes to.
By eight o’clock, there was a queue at the door (myself and trolley included) and the car park was almost full.
Although I didn’t have a list, we knew what we wanted, and even better where to find it, so miraculously we were in and out in fifteen minutes.
Cars were now queuing to get into the car park!

On the way home, Hubby nipped quickly into the other supermarket (5 minutes), and we came back through the back roads.
TPTB have put traffic lights up on the diversion route in an effort to keep queues to a minimum. They are set on a volume sensor rather than timer, and already drivers are jumping the lights and causing blockages as they cannot exit into the direction they want to go.

Temperatures as well as tempers are beginning to rise, so we shall be walking up later.
Today is due to be showery and thus a little cooler, but we have nothing to get now and so can enjoy the atmosphere as we do our usual ‘up one side down the other’ perusal and admire (or tut at) the many things we cannot afford.
A couple of years ago a boating friend got caught into forking out £9 for a small loaf of bread. He had engaged in conversation with a very pretty and delightful trader and didn’t have the nerve heart to decline her wares.
I wondered if she was working on commission.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and have a terrible sweet tooth. Best friends are Hubby, our dog Maggie, Bro in NZ, MSM and MOH (and his dog). I am also a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! Due to a nightmare of a house sale in 2014, 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat until April 2017. We made strong friendships both on and off the water, and enjoyed swan and duck families for neighbours. Sadly times change and we were once again house hunting until September. We now reside in a small bungalow a short distance from the beach on the Lincolnshire coast.
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6 Responses to Twix Markets

  1. Beware of friendly, pretty vendors. Sometimes even the ones that look like Grandma can get your sympathy going. Sure hope it was good.

    • There were some beautiful photos/crafts/embroideries this year. Most were way out of our price league, and some were a right rip off. But we got ideas for the new house! (and a pack of candy fudge to share between the three of us adults and just a little bit for Maggie).

  2. More than once I’ve spent more than I wanted at the market because I got to talking to someone and felt bad not getting something from them!

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