Local sausages from Christine at CN foods, runner beans, romanesque, courgettes and purple kale from the very grumpy vegetable seller - and not in shot but in our tummies, lemon and caraway sponge from the cake, bread and tart lady who's name I don't know. It PISSED down all day, a brief turn around the market and we were soaked, well, apart from George, who we put in charge of the umbrella and who walked around like a mini mushroom creating ploughing through people like a bow wave.
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