Monday, 9 November 2009

Marylebone Farmers Market

Erbie and I arrived at Marylebone Farmer’s Market just as everyone began two minutes silence for Rememberance Sunday. We stopped silently in front of the free-range chicken man as everyone in the market stood suspended like statues as the muffled bells of the local church rang in the background. I thought of mum and dad, everyone was united in their thoughts of the dead and fallen then someone cried out ‘thank-you eveybody’ and things recommenced.

‘Are they happy hens?’ I asked,
‘Yes, very’ I was informed – so got a chicken for lunch and a box of eggs.
I also got a bunch of beetroot, carrots, celery and a bag of pears.
Putting Erbie to bed later on this evening I played the alphabet game: ‘Erbie and mummy went to the farmers market and bought..., I got as far a rhubarb when I realised he‘d already dropped into a deep slumber.

All images Marylebone Farmers Market Rememberance Sunday WEM

1 comment:

Marie said...

I love your photos, they are both vibrant and autumnal. Glad things are a little better, x

Other nonsense

Quote of the day

‘They tuck you up your mum and dad...’
Anon - after Larkin

“Philately will get you everywhere”

“It’s not the despair, I can handle the despair. 
It’s the hope I can’t deal with”

“Each new friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.”
Anais Nin

‘Come on Dover move your bloomin’ arse’.
Eliza Doolittle