Country cooking, preserves, fresh fruit and vegetables, plants and seedlings, bric-a-brac, and all importantly - old tools, are the temptations that keep me coming back most weeks.
One of the most enjoyable aspects of any community market, is the community that it represents and serves. We often run into our friends here, or organise to meet, and have come to know the vendors very well over the years.
There's Will, the banana and avocado man - here every Sunday come rain or shine. One really wet weekend that washed out everyone else, Will's van was the only stall - surrounded by water - and his regular customers all turned up as usual.
Jack is an amateur woodworker who spends his week constructing, and Sunday selling. A bit of everything on Jack's stall.
What would a market be without the purveyors of fine junk. Treasures are there to be found - you sometimes have to dig for them though.
Then there's my old mate Ross, who started these markets 25 years ago and hasn't missed one yet. The tools here are well priced, and it is sometimes hard to find a bargain - but not always. However ..... if you want a particular tool, there is no one more likely to have it. If he hasn't got one, he'll have one for you next week.
He never writes it down - and he never forgets.
Markets folk are the salt of the earth, with a little bit of pepper - just to make things interesting. People, whose word is their bond, are more common here than almost anywhere else. The world is a better place because of them.
Sunday mornings - markets, a coffee with loved ones and friends, a spot of shopping, and if lucky - catch up with family and grandkids............
Does it get any better than this!
Happy days ..............
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