SHEFFIELD. Saturday Evening By The Canal.

It was a comfortably warm Saturday evening and I’d been in Sheffield since a little after nine am.

It was a comfortably warm Saturday evening and I’d been in Sheffield since a little after nine am.

Well what with the Kraken being spotted off the coast at Workington, the UFO buzzing Whitehaven,

Okay, made it to Barrow around the top of Morecambe Bay, there was an hour or so before the next train onwards so that was a perfect excuse for a brisk walk down into town and find a coffee and a quick bite to eat. I had a look around the market, the building bis one of those 60’s/70’s shoe boxes that were all the rage but don’t age well. […]

After a good stroll around a sugar rush was needed so I headed for the Cafe on the Cop.

As any regular readers of these ramblings will know I like a proper market. Dream catchers and scented candles have their place but you cannot beat a decent, old fashioned market. Shrewsbury is one of those. I am not the biggest fan of the building’s architecture but the contents are superb. Fresh fruit and veg, meat and fish plush some extremely tidy places to eat. Put it on your list…….