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Market by the sea
Aug. 5th, 2024 04:50 pmInstead of paying our monthly visit to Sedgefield for the Farmers' Market yesterday, we went to the Seaham Food Festival: the right choice, I think, since we saw several people there who we might otherwise have expected to see in Sedgefield.
( A preliminary grumble, which I will hide behind a cut, so as not to spoil the atmosphere. )
We had a pleasant, sociable morning, talking to stallholders who recognise us, and stallholders who sort-of half recognised us, but weren't sure where from, and - this was a surprise - an ex-colleague (both of us now ex, since she has been made redundant by our once-shared employer. We agreed that they couldn't possibly manage without her).
I was restrained in my purchases, partly because the festival still suffers from multiple vendors of the same thing: with the best will in the world, there's a limit to how many scotch eggs we need. I'm not a gin-drinker, and I managed to resist most of the many sugar-based treats on offer: we bought some pasteis de nata, and a jar of gooseberry jam (hooray!) but resisted the Grasmere gingerbread and the flapjacks and the fudge and the macarons... Actually, I wasn't particularly tempted to buy the macarons, but I would have loved to photograph them: so many colours! But I'm self-conscious about photographing shop displays from which I don't want to buy; I will never make a street photographer.
So the photo of the day is of a particularly exuberant flower bed:
( A preliminary grumble, which I will hide behind a cut, so as not to spoil the atmosphere. )
We had a pleasant, sociable morning, talking to stallholders who recognise us, and stallholders who sort-of half recognised us, but weren't sure where from, and - this was a surprise - an ex-colleague (both of us now ex, since she has been made redundant by our once-shared employer. We agreed that they couldn't possibly manage without her).
I was restrained in my purchases, partly because the festival still suffers from multiple vendors of the same thing: with the best will in the world, there's a limit to how many scotch eggs we need. I'm not a gin-drinker, and I managed to resist most of the many sugar-based treats on offer: we bought some pasteis de nata, and a jar of gooseberry jam (hooray!) but resisted the Grasmere gingerbread and the flapjacks and the fudge and the macarons... Actually, I wasn't particularly tempted to buy the macarons, but I would have loved to photograph them: so many colours! But I'm self-conscious about photographing shop displays from which I don't want to buy; I will never make a street photographer.
So the photo of the day is of a particularly exuberant flower bed:
