With a few exceptions most of the stalls at the local markets I have found have been dull and uninteresting.
Which was why I stopped to talk to Jib Hagan. No ways he is going to earn any awards for the design and presentation of his stall.
But what he lacked in the way of shelter from the elements he made up for with enthusiasm and passion.
It’s a little ironical when you stop to think how recycled plastic waste ends up back on the street, in a stall being sold into the market and the journey taken to get here.
This is what took me back to Winchester over the weekend.
Only to discover that it is no longer on the menu. After a three hour bus ride, it was a bit of a disappointment. Despite which the Black Boy pub is still worth a visit.
Although I doubt it will involve a special outing by bus next time.
Old wooden tables and a quirky collection of the oddest artefacts and bric-a-brac. Four squirrels playing pool in a glass case, a couple of squash rackets mounted on the wall and shelves of books. Not quite a library, nor a museum but definitely a pub worth exploring.
Pity about the pudding.