Being November it is assumed the Christmas market will appear and so it does. The crowds flocked to the overpriced hand made items on offer, and many listened in the cold to the Brass Band Blowing Bigly Boisterously. It was not just the reindeer who appeared frozen.
I sauntered among the throng, being pushed this way and that, all the while eyeing the price tags, at least those that I could see, while attempting to stay upright. Who brings pushchairs into crowds?
The sun was shining brightly, though it may not show it here.
Fighting off the offers of pantomime or a discussion with this months two Mormon missionaries, though afterwards I realised I ought to have indulged them, I ploughed on to pass by the stalls one more time.
I then headed towards the museum, I needed to buy set honey and check out what was on show. It is many ages since I last looked inside. Nothing much has changed, just the latest exhibition regarding how the town grew in more recent times. Not many in, the market was calling, and if they have the Xmas lights switch on tonight the shop will be open until late. They might make money tonight.
As you know these are wee Roman gods found when the shopping centre was being built. As usual a 'dig' was organised and quite a bot of Roman stuff found. Not much Saxon, it appears the centre area now was just farmland to them. Some Saxon bodies are found to the west of this area however, none in the museum...
I stumbled home with my treasures to eat and read the new magazine that has now begun to appear on the supermarket shelves. Proper journalism, not owned by the right wing. Mind you at £4:50 I can see me reading their items online rather monthly.
