First of all, Happy New Year!!
Yes I know it’s the sixth of January and 2020 is getting into it’s stride but I have been busy. Mince pies don’t eat themselves any more than roast turkey and all the trimmings does.
Things on the blog will be a bit Wibbley Wobbley / Timey Wimey for a couple of posts until the new year and I catch up with one another. The events in this blog post took place on Christmas Eve, and while they don’t involve ghosts or spectres in chains there is the odd turkey, along with geese and ducks.
I like markets, the proper ones, not shopping centres masquerading. I‘m not too far from an excellent one in Bolton and it’s become part of my Christmas preparations to go down there on the last trading day before Christmas. The atmosphere is generally electric with the stall holder’s shouts, the clatter of delivery carts scooting between the stalls and the almost audible hum of concentration from the shoppers who are playing a form of food poker. Is that the lowest price on that turkey? Is a little bit more going to be knocked off those sprouts? All of life is here under the roof of Bolton Market. For the rest of the year it’s an excellent place to shop, in the run up to Christmas it’s almost magic.
And yes, even though I actually didn’t want or need anything I still came home with a turkey crown and a decent sirloin of beef. Well they were a bargain.
Some Other Stuff.