Farmers’ markets. Never the cheapest, or the warmest way of shopping. But there is something undeniably satisfying about buying a handcrafted pie, or a wedge of cheese from the actual human who was responsible for making it.
These kitchen top entrepreneurs cheerfully sell their small selection of homemade treats from a wonky trestle table in the freezing wind. It doesn’t get any more British than that does it?
My local market is in Thornbury, South Gloucestershire. I went along this morning and came away with a salmon and butter bean pie for my lunch, a loaf of red onion bread and some sharp cheddar cheese. Put a spring in my step in a way that a supermarket has never even come close to!
