To market, to market
Jul. 16th, 2020 08:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shewhomustThe Farmers' Market reopened a month ago, but we weren't tempted: this month the indoor market was open as well, and while I'm happy to continue doing the bulk of my shopping online / by phone, it offered an excuse to stroll into town.
There's always something to see. And there's usually someone to talk to: people we knew included one painter, one poet and a member of a Residents' Association other than our own. This last was in the queue for admission to a bank: the only queues I saw were outside banks.durham_rambler bought himself two combs to replace the one he has lost, and I bought fishy things and bready things (from two separate bread stalls) and cheese, not from the cheese stall in the market (which is a long story and not entirely mine to tell) but from the people who make the Weardale cheese.
And, I admit it, I bought a book, a biography of Tallulah Bankhead from my friendly neighbourhood bookseller. We discussed masks: his wife is making him one, he says, from a silk tie he never wears, which has a pattern of books on it. Shopkeepers aren't obliged to wear a mask, but many of them have clearly decided it's earier to go with the flow. I am continually surprised that more people aren't selling masks: not difficult to make, plenty of scope for clever and fun designs, cheap enough to be an impulse buy, why am I not seeing a rush to fill this gap in the market?
To the market place and back is a very short walk, but it ends with a hill to climb, and altogether it was the most exciting morning I've had in months. And this afternoon I secured a free delivery slot, and placed an order with Ocado. I have no idea how their delivery charges work, it seems to be different every time.
There's always something to see. And there's usually someone to talk to: people we knew included one painter, one poet and a member of a Residents' Association other than our own. This last was in the queue for admission to a bank: the only queues I saw were outside banks.
durham_rambler bought himself two combs to replace the one he has lost, and I bought fishy things and bready things (from two separate bread stalls) and cheese, not from the cheese stall in the market (which is a long story and not entirely mine to tell) but from the people who make the Weardale cheese.And, I admit it, I bought a book, a biography of Tallulah Bankhead from my friendly neighbourhood bookseller. We discussed masks: his wife is making him one, he says, from a silk tie he never wears, which has a pattern of books on it. Shopkeepers aren't obliged to wear a mask, but many of them have clearly decided it's earier to go with the flow. I am continually surprised that more people aren't selling masks: not difficult to make, plenty of scope for clever and fun designs, cheap enough to be an impulse buy, why am I not seeing a rush to fill this gap in the market?
To the market place and back is a very short walk, but it ends with a hill to climb, and altogether it was the most exciting morning I've had in months. And this afternoon I secured a free delivery slot, and placed an order with Ocado. I have no idea how their delivery charges work, it seems to be different every time.
