It wasn’t the most promising of days but the cabin fever had been biting hard all week so I braved the unfriendly elements and took a train ride up to the town of Leyland, a little to the south of Preston in Lancashire.
Right, waiting for the bus back home from a visit to one of my local markets. Any regular readers of this nonsense I churn out will know how much I like a good market and how important I think they are. Enough rabbiting on from me, have a couple of photos.
Saturday had been busy so Sunday had to be quiet. One of my favourite locations for loosing myself or forest bathing as I understand its now called, are the Terraced Gardens at Rivington. Once the site of Lord Leverhulme’s weekend retreat.
There’s something about a market. The liveliness, colours in the produce for sale, the human too-ing and fro-ing etc. Taken together these all give a photographer opportunities to observe and catch with a discreet press of a shutter button.