KNUTSFORD. Making It To The Market.

KNUTSFORD. The Maker’s Market humming along on Princess Street.

The weather has been on the un summery side lately, I know that for a fact after a very wet visit to the Llangollen Railway on a recent Saturday. The railway was fantastic, the weather wasn’t.

KNUTSFORD. The Loose Change Buskers singing up a good cause.

Anyway the Sunday just gone being the first one of the month meant that the monthly Makers Market would be on ( alliteration ahoy there ). I enjoy these events, they are always great venues for candid photography, the stalls are busy with the too-ing and fro-ing of people. There’s generally music on as well and then there’s the food. A cloud of exotic smells feeding its way through the stalls and taunting first your nose and then your stomach. I went for the pulled beef and cheese tacos this time around, the beef was cooked to a juicy meltedness and served with a gravy that wasn’t a stranger to chilli.

Tacos and a fierce gravy, warm you up on the coldest and wettest of days.

KNUTSFORD. The towns Market Hall always provides a slightly less hectic place to enjoy a brew.

KNUTSFORD. The town is not without its touches of history.

KNUTSFORD. One feature I really enjoy are the Museum in the Street boards dotted through the town, windows on times that have past and times that are now lost.

KNUTSFORD. Don’t eat the balloons, they give you really bad wind.

Not trusting the weather too much I used the car to get there, I think future trips, circumstances permitting , will be done by train. Quite apart from the Makers Market the town is a great place for a wander around. The network of streets cluster together and the open acres of Tatton Park sit just at the end of the street.