If you look back through my blog you’ll notice that I like markets, I really enjoy the buzz and atmosphere of the coming and going, the snatched overheard scraps of conversation and that mix of people moving about.
Some are fixed of purpose, list in hand gleam in one eye while the other keeps mind of the wristwatch or clock. While others just idling by and taking it all in, treating it as more a social occasion to catch up with friends and acquaintances than a timed test to get the shopping in as efficiently as possible.
Earlestown is a market nearby me, it’s held in the open on the large square in the town centre. By the way, the name Earlestown is derived from Sir Hardman Earle an early chairman of the London & North Western Railway, the town sits by the Liverpool & Manchester Railway of George and Robert Stephenson fame.
The market days are Friday and Saturday, Friday being the general market while Saturday is the Flea Market.
I have to ration my visits to the flea market, I mean how much ‘stuff’ do I need in my life? It’s too easy to spot that little something that could be my next winter project / won’t take five minutes to fix / old camera I’ve been looking for.