Now the thing about Bury Market is that it offers up a shed load of stalls to wander around.
My sisters and our Geoff are particularly taken by the food side of the market but once that has been done, it’s on to pretty much everywhere else.
For Jill it was the wool stall, for Theresa it was a sideways slide back to the stall offering pies and for Jeffrey it was anywhere where there was a bargain.
And me? Well I just took pictures.
We spent the day there and then let the tram do the serious business of bringing us back to the city.
And really that is that only to add that for once there is not a history story in sight.
That said I did wonder about reflecting on the passing of the old Grey Mare Lane Market, which f we lived opposite for nearly two years.
On market days it was just matter of leaving our front door walking across Butterworth Street and we were there.
I have still got a Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terell LP bought from the record stall.
It had the same feel as the market in Beresford Square, but unlike Woolwich was contained within a set of walls.
All very different from Woolwich where the stalls spread out across the square and buses carefully made their way along a narrow stretch of road.
I was back home in Woolwich recently and it is all a pale imitation of what it was once.
But that is bordering on a history story so I shall stop.
Location; Bury Market
Pictures; Bury Market, 2016, from the collection of Andrew Simpson
For Jill it was the wool stall, for Theresa it was a sideways slide back to the stall offering pies and for Jeffrey it was anywhere where there was a bargain.
And me? Well I just took pictures.
We spent the day there and then let the tram do the serious business of bringing us back to the city.
And really that is that only to add that for once there is not a history story in sight.
That said I did wonder about reflecting on the passing of the old Grey Mare Lane Market, which f we lived opposite for nearly two years.
I have still got a Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terell LP bought from the record stall.
It had the same feel as the market in Beresford Square, but unlike Woolwich was contained within a set of walls.
All very different from Woolwich where the stalls spread out across the square and buses carefully made their way along a narrow stretch of road.
I was back home in Woolwich recently and it is all a pale imitation of what it was once.
But that is bordering on a history story so I shall stop.
Location; Bury Market
Pictures; Bury Market, 2016, from the collection of Andrew Simpson
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