Hinckley Market runs the length of Castle Street, which was made a pedestrian zone a few years ago. It’s a good workout, because the street is actually on a steep hill, so down one side and back up the other. Two very different walks.
Most of the people who run stalls at this market have been there for years. Their spots are well-established.
So, that was my journey down, and back up, Castle Street. So many different stories, different lives. They see each other here every market day. At about 700 years old, it is one of the oldest in the country, and it thrives to this day. Many of the people who have stalls are probably following in the footsteps of generations of their families, from town to city to village market, each on a different day of the week, as they have been for hundreds of years.
One of these days, I’ll have to get there earlier … before they start packing up for the day!
A Canuck's Eye View 
A little bit of wishful thinking going on here as I look out at an all-white landscape. J. >
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