A weekend farmers market
Forty stalls of vegetables, bread, cheese, flowers and hot food, all from within a day's drive. Bring a bag and come hungry for breakfast.
Whatever came out of the ground this week, muddy and good.
Sourdough, buns and a Saturday cardamom knot.
Raw-milk rounds, cut to order.
Seasonal bunches, wrapped while you wait.
Wood-fired flatbreads and the queue to match.
Landed yesterday, gone by noon.
The full forty stalls, breakfast on, busiest by ten.
A smaller midweek market with food and music after work.
Once a month we light the green and the food stays late.
Free to wander, dogs welcome on a lead, most stalls under canvas so a shower never stops us. Follow the smell of the bakery.
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