Wait until next year

This is the best time of year to go to our local farmers market. 

In the summer it can feel a little like an affectation – a place to go to, so you can tell people you go there. 

In the winter it feels less like a spectacle. Only the hardy brave the cold and damp to man the stalls and to browse them. It attracts the funny sort of people who enjoy a stroll in December more than one in August. The food keeps better too, no danger of it spoiling at these temperatures.

We buy bread, cheese, a huge pork pie, some beer. All the essentials. And all that is necessary for the perfect Sunday tea.