ORMSKIRK. A Saturday on The Market.

If you remember, a weekend ago I had one of my magical mystery tours on the bus. I had a free day but nothing to fill it with
If you remember, a weekend ago I had one of my magical mystery tours on the bus. I had a free day but nothing to fill it with
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. […]
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.
Today has been one of those days that hasn’t really come together, got started, come into focus. I bimbled around the house for a couple of hours first thing but no matter what I did, how I turned the days ignition key it wasn’t going to burst into life. Mercifully days like this are very few and far between and the standard cure is grab a camera and head out […]